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do?”
    “I don’t like it when you eat them—” Tru heard an editing machine click on in her brain. Way to be stupid!
    Brittany still held her burger aloft, waiting for Tru to finish her sentence.
    “I guess they don’t do great things for my breath,” Brit added.
    Well, fine . I’d rather have you say it, than me.
    “Are you going to tell me what we had that fight about?”
    Tru shook her head. “No sense in opening old wounds.”
    “They’re new to me.” She picked up the onion and put it back between the buns.
    Tru filled her mouth with a huge portion of burger to avoid a response entirely.
    “It’s okay, I’ll wait until you finish your lunch,” she offered smartly, taking a bite.
    Tru sighed, and continued to chew, feeling dreadfully like she was in an interrogation room at the police department. She dropped the remainder of the burger onto the bag with the fries, and swallowed. “Why can’t you wait until we get home?”
    “I can’t,” Brit dropped her burger next to Tru’s. “I have too many questions.”
    “So do I.”
    “Like what?”
    “You can’t answer them until you get your memory back,” she said matter-of-factly. “Grab that thermos behind your seat. I need some coffee.”
    Brittany obliged, and even poured them each a cup, moving their soft drinks to the rear holders and placing the coffee cups in the console. “Okay. We’ve had lunch, I’m not sleepy, and we both have coffee. Now what subject can we talk about without playing cat and mouse?”
    “I want to know what the doctor told you. I mean, are you going to be okay?”
    Brittany lifted the cup to her lips and blew on the steamy liquid. “I guess I’ll be as good as new eventually. Provided I get my memory back.”
    Tru tore her eyes away from the road, briefly. “I thought the amnesia was only temporary.”
    “I don’t think they know for sure.”
    “What about your arm—isn’t it supposed to be in the sling?”
    “Too confining. My arm’s much better, anyway. It’s my head they worried about. I got over the banged up knees and other stuff. Ribs are still a little sore, though.”
    Tru lifted her cup and blew on the coffee. “You had a concussion, right?”
    “Yeah. Dr. Armstrong said I bruised my brain. Isn’t that charming?”
    “You’re okay now, though, right?”
    “I guess so. They released me, didn’t they?”
    Tru sipped the coffee. “Are you going to need anything? Prescriptions, or the like?”
    “I’ve got enough to last a month or so. Why all the questions? You sound more like my mother than my sister.”
    “I want to make sure everything’s in order before we get to the house. Sometimes it’s hard to get back off the mountain in bad weather.”
    “Oh.” Brittany picked up her cheeseburger and took another bite. Through a mash of pickles and ground beef, she said, “What are you hiding?”
    Tru’s foot came off the accelerator almost imperceptibly, then resumed its original pressure. “Who says I’m hiding anything?”
    “You’re somewhat transparent.”
    Tru glanced over at her, trying not to lose sight of the roadway. “Heavily into body language, now, are you?”
    “Don’t try to change the subject again.”
    Tru set the windshield wipers on a slower speed, to counteract the noise they were beginning to make as the snowfall eased. “I think my information is best discussed after we get home, like I said before.”
    “Your ‘information’? You sound like a double agent.”
    “Close.”
    Brittany put her foot back on the floor and faced the front. “This is getting old. You can’t even tell me what this is all about.”
    “It doesn’t bother me. I know who I am. It will, however, bother you.”
    “How do you know?”
    Tru cast a look her direction. “Educated guess.”
    “Why don’t you let me be the judge?”
    “The judge—” Tru smirked. “That’s a good word. You might want to sentence me to hell when you find out.”
    “Find out what, dammit!?”