Longmont and Boulder and other cities, so that we could go out when we wanted to.”
“I don’t think I’ll be going out any time soon.”
“Probably not,” Tru agreed, unzipping her black leather jacket and turning the heater down one notch. “Technically, we live in Estes Park, pretty close to Rocky Mountain National Park...”
Brittany gave her a blank look, and shook her head.
“Well, I’m sure all that will come back to you. We should be in Gunnison in an hour and a half—unless this snow keeps up. We can stop there and get something to eat if you want.”
“Fine,” Brittany responded wearily, running a hand through her hair. “Do I have my own money?”
“Of course. You always hide some at the house. Although if you didn’t tell me about it, you might not be able to find it...And we can go to the bank and get you a new check card.” Tru wanted to ask a thousand questions, but thought better of each, afraid the conversation would lead into areas she felt Brittany could not confront. And more than likely, Brittany wouldn’t have the answers anyway. “Feel free to take a nap if you need one,” she suggested, hoping to avoid the
taboo subjects the easy way. Brittany did not seem interested in sleeping, so Tru kept her eyes on the road and concentrated on driving, as much as the vividly surfacing memories would allow.
Brittany turned toward her now and again, considering her with unabashed curiosity; an action which Tru failed to ignore with rather perilous transparency. Finally, Brittany cleared her throat and asked, “Why do we look like total opposites?”
Tru closed her eyes for a second longer than a blink, and knew the tension in the car threatened to grow stronger. She had to be careful how she answered the inevitable questions that would arise before they were home. “It has something to do with genetics, I would guess.”
Brittany loosened her seat belt and twisted, lifting her left foot up onto the seat to face the dark-haired young woman. “Does it have something to do with what you said we had to discuss later?”
“Yes,” Tru answered truthfully, reluctant to spill the information without some degree of probing on Brittany’s part. It was a witness stand, and the attorney in her mind coached her to give only direct answers to the questions asked.
Brittany waited an interminable amount of time before she spoke again. “So, are you going to tell me what the big secret is?”
Tru shifted in the seat and turned the heater down another notch. “I don’t think this is the proper time or place for this conversation.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not going to be very easy.”
Brittany looked down at the console thoughtfully. “Is it about our parents? Did we have different fathers or mothers or something?”
“No. Well, yes.”
“Am I adopted?”
“No.”
“Well, this is like pulling teeth. Are you gonna tell me or not?”
“Honestly, I’d rather wait until we get home.”
“That’s another three-hundred-something miles, you said. Are we gonna sit in silence until then?”
“I’m sure we can find another topic.”
Brittany frowned. “What have we got to talk about? I don’t even know you.”
Tru cringed, and gripped the wheel tighter.
“Why do you do that?”
“What?”
“Why do you get so...tense when I tell you I don’t remember you?”
“Well, I’d say that’s pretty obvious. We were very close, and you disappear, and I search all over creation for you, afraid you’re dead, and then when I finally find you, you have amnesia.”
“You seem a little too tense, that’s all. And it’s not my fault I have amnesia; it was an accident.”
“I didn’t say it was your fault—”
“Well, you’re acting like you think so.”
Tru sighed and pulled what looked like an ink pen out of her jacket pocket, and put the end in her mouth, sucked it, and vapor came out.
Brittany noticed. “What’s that?”
“An eCig.”
“A what?”
“An
“I don’t think I’ll be going out any time soon.”
“Probably not,” Tru agreed, unzipping her black leather jacket and turning the heater down one notch. “Technically, we live in Estes Park, pretty close to Rocky Mountain National Park...”
Brittany gave her a blank look, and shook her head.
“Well, I’m sure all that will come back to you. We should be in Gunnison in an hour and a half—unless this snow keeps up. We can stop there and get something to eat if you want.”
“Fine,” Brittany responded wearily, running a hand through her hair. “Do I have my own money?”
“Of course. You always hide some at the house. Although if you didn’t tell me about it, you might not be able to find it...And we can go to the bank and get you a new check card.” Tru wanted to ask a thousand questions, but thought better of each, afraid the conversation would lead into areas she felt Brittany could not confront. And more than likely, Brittany wouldn’t have the answers anyway. “Feel free to take a nap if you need one,” she suggested, hoping to avoid the
taboo subjects the easy way. Brittany did not seem interested in sleeping, so Tru kept her eyes on the road and concentrated on driving, as much as the vividly surfacing memories would allow.
Brittany turned toward her now and again, considering her with unabashed curiosity; an action which Tru failed to ignore with rather perilous transparency. Finally, Brittany cleared her throat and asked, “Why do we look like total opposites?”
Tru closed her eyes for a second longer than a blink, and knew the tension in the car threatened to grow stronger. She had to be careful how she answered the inevitable questions that would arise before they were home. “It has something to do with genetics, I would guess.”
Brittany loosened her seat belt and twisted, lifting her left foot up onto the seat to face the dark-haired young woman. “Does it have something to do with what you said we had to discuss later?”
“Yes,” Tru answered truthfully, reluctant to spill the information without some degree of probing on Brittany’s part. It was a witness stand, and the attorney in her mind coached her to give only direct answers to the questions asked.
Brittany waited an interminable amount of time before she spoke again. “So, are you going to tell me what the big secret is?”
Tru shifted in the seat and turned the heater down another notch. “I don’t think this is the proper time or place for this conversation.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not going to be very easy.”
Brittany looked down at the console thoughtfully. “Is it about our parents? Did we have different fathers or mothers or something?”
“No. Well, yes.”
“Am I adopted?”
“No.”
“Well, this is like pulling teeth. Are you gonna tell me or not?”
“Honestly, I’d rather wait until we get home.”
“That’s another three-hundred-something miles, you said. Are we gonna sit in silence until then?”
“I’m sure we can find another topic.”
Brittany frowned. “What have we got to talk about? I don’t even know you.”
Tru cringed, and gripped the wheel tighter.
“Why do you do that?”
“What?”
“Why do you get so...tense when I tell you I don’t remember you?”
“Well, I’d say that’s pretty obvious. We were very close, and you disappear, and I search all over creation for you, afraid you’re dead, and then when I finally find you, you have amnesia.”
“You seem a little too tense, that’s all. And it’s not my fault I have amnesia; it was an accident.”
“I didn’t say it was your fault—”
“Well, you’re acting like you think so.”
Tru sighed and pulled what looked like an ink pen out of her jacket pocket, and put the end in her mouth, sucked it, and vapor came out.
Brittany noticed. “What’s that?”
“An eCig.”
“A what?”
“An
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