Major's old beat up Pontiac Fiero rattled all around them as he guided it down the highway. The worn tires probably should've been replaced a few weeks ago - he could tell by the way they were humming against the asphalt. The heater barely worked, so the cab was thick with smoke from the cigarettes heâd been chain smoking since they left Misty Mountain. He cracked the window just enough to let some of it billow out, but it didnât do much. Lou would just have to deal with it. He tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, casting a quick glance at her before shifting the cigarette between his lips. "Going to the doctor makes me fuckin' nervous," Major huffed. It had been a little too quiet for the last coupl'a minutes; too many thoughts rolling around in his head and shit. "Even worse going to fuckin' Honeycutt, and shit. Last time I was admitted, Baylor was still dyin' on the third floor." Now he thought he was probably talkin' too much.
"You gotta tell me if you see Sheriff Buddy lurkin' around the corner or some shit while we're up there. I haven't gone to his dumbass office to be questioned yet, so. Figure he's gonna come lookin' for me sooner or later."
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