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@ -13,13 +13,13 @@ Sim saw the opportunity, Sim jumped, just how he's built.
And where Sim jumped, there was Ursula. Sim was the brains, he'd say, he'd run the plan by Ursula three times whether or not she got it on the first time through, and she was the muscle. Big old bear like her, nothing getting past if she needed to block the door, and if she need to knock heads, Sim said, she would just have to knock some heads.
But here, this convenience store, something had happened there. Clerk'd been holding it for until all those truckers' clocks ran out because you were too busy and the owner was too cheap to hire anyone else, so he had to steal a moment of quiet at eleven thirty or whatever, and he ran off to the bathroom out around the back of the building. Sometimes you just gotta go, you know?
But here, this convenience store, something had happened there. Clerk'd been holding it for until all those truckers' clocks ran out because he was too busy and the owner was too cheap to hire anyone else, so he had to steal a moment of quiet at eleven thirty or whatever, and he ran off to the bathroom out around the back of the building. Sometimes you just gotta go, you know?
Sometimes you forget. Ever forget? Happened to me. Forget the little things. Only this time he forgot to lock the front door and forgot to close out the drawer.
Sometimes you forget, too. Ever forget? Happens to me, forget little things all the time. Only this time he forgot to lock the front door and forgot to close out the drawer.
And this is the time when a ferret and a bear come tearing down the highway and slipped right up to the front of the store all nice like under those bright lot lights and the moon beyond, quiet, no uncouth squealing of tires. They hopped out like maybe they got just a quick errand to run, and clerk, he figured he's got enough time to finish up, but they're in and out real smooth.
"Shit, Ursula," you may imagine Sim saying with that reedy tenor that can cut through anything like it was paper. "How fuckin' perfect is this? All laid out for us."
"Shit, Ursula," we can imagine Sim saying with that reedy tenor that can cut through anything like it was paper. "How fuckin' perfect is this? All laid out for us."
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@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ And poor clerk hears his drawer being yanked free and here he is, his drawers do
"Do you *see* this? Hah! Did you get a load of that take?" says that ferret as the unassuming minivan trundles down the road, no more'n five over the limit. "Shit, poor fella in there probably didn't even have time to hit the safe after his shift, and where was he anyway?"
Ursula, she keeps her eyes on the road, troops past the trailer park, troops past the cars, turns once, turns again, and then they're up in the Rockies, poking along through the scrub and the sand and the high desert. Nothing out here, course, not even a tent or trailer. Just a place to park that big old van of theirs.
Ursula, she keeps her eyes on the road, troops past the trailer park, troops past the cars, troops past the troopers parked on the sides of the road. Turns once, turns again, and then they're up in the Rockies, poking along through the scrub and the sand and the high desert. Nothing out here, course, not even a tent or trailer. Just a place to park that big old van of theirs.
And Sim, he's already jumping from the passenger seat. He's already dancing and twirling around the front of the van, those parking lights catching him only from the waist down --- always such a dancer, that ferret --- but you can surely imagine him pirouetting along between sagebrush and scrub pine with that raggedy-ass tail of his flip-flopping behind him, laughing away.