Recapitulation: New day, new problems. In an attempt to make sure everything goes right in preparation for their grave robbery, Barry decides to fill Jenna’s car’s gas tank. Without knowledge of how to drive a manual transmission, he proceeds to hit the car parked in front of him.
With enough time, you can learn how to do anything. With less than three hours until you leave for a funeral, you can learn how to swallow your pride and wake someone up for help. It only takes ten minutes in that case.
At this point, Jenna had somehow rotated halfway onto the floor, her head and right arm collapsed against it as if propping the rest of her. Her thick hair had splayed out like a five year old pressing a paintbrush deep into the paper. That her snoring wasn’t louder bespoke the depth of her sleep, into which Barry was about to violate.
He shook her on the shoulder. “Jenna, Jenna, wake up, I need your help.”
“Go ‘way. Tired.”
“Jenna, I dented your car.”
“Fix it.”
“I hit another car.”
“So?”
“I can’t drive it away.”
She rolled onto the floor, thumped against the floorboards. Jenna moved like an undead, slow, wooden motions shuffling her through the apartment, down the stairs, her bare feet padding until they hit rough concrete. Still dressed in one of Barry’s shirts and nothing more, she walked over to the driver’s side door, kept trying to insert the key into the lock, until Barry removed the key from his pocket and did it for her. Eyes lidded, hair flying off at peculiar angles, Jenna backed the car away, a loud squeal reminiscent of fingernails and chalkboards applauding her effort. Busted shards tumbled from the wound, clattering against the ground. “Huh.” Then, she pulled out.
“Wait, I forgot to leave a note.”
“Don’t you think the dent’s enough? We’re going to McDonald’s, and you’re buying.” She yawned so wide he could have fit his wallet whole inside.
***
Upon their return, laden with paper bags starting to soak in grease, Jenna parked around the corner. A hash brown poised between her lips. She bobbed it up and down, had a breakfast sandwich in her hand as they went back into the building. Aroudn the corner, they could hear someone ranting and raving on the phone about the new dent in his car. They walked a little quicker.
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