She turned around and pulled into the same gas station. She picked up a Diet Coke and some twizzlers, then added the charger at the counter.
It was better to be safe than sorry, even if it was putting her behind schedule.
She got back in Roscoe and down the freeway, through the ranch lands. No elk today, but plenty of cows. The old barns along the route looked especially charming in the spring afternoon.
The wind blew through her window. She’d considered wrapping a scarf around her hair in a fabulous 1950s fashion along with her huge sunglasses, but the feel of the wind through her hair was such a delight after the long, cold winter. It was just warm enough to drive around with the windows down, and by God, she was going to take it.
She sang along to Led Zeppelin and Jimi Hendrix, happy in the sunshine and nibbling Twizzlers.
Once along the road to Aunt Helena’s property, Roscoe gave a clunk and smoke issued from the hood.
Judy turned off the engine and was out her truck in a flash. She ran to the back and pulled out a fire extinguisher, then opened the hood carefully.
Her baby Roscoe was on fire. She drew a deep breath and pulled the trigger on the extinguisher. Once the fire was out, she disconnected the battery.
She drew a deep breath and was so thankful that she went back for a charging cable. Now if she only had a cell signal.
Ugh. She’d have to call a tow truck and get Roscoe towed and since he was four-wheel-drive, it would take a flatbed and…
She should have taken the Mini.
She went back to her purse and pulled out her phone. One bar. Would that be enough to call a tow truck? She’d have to drive Aunt Helena’s Cadillac into town. Anything was better than Aunt Helena’s Cadillac.
The tow truck and Aunt Helena successfully called, Judy sat down in the truck and waited. Her phone was charged enough that she’d be safe, whatever that meant. But, she’d be fine until the tow truck picked her up, then Aunt Helena would meet her in town and they’d go from there.
~ ~ ~
Judy sat at the counter of the small diner. The man waiting on her kept smiling and almost flirting, but it had been so long since anyone had flirted with her, she wasn’t sure.
But Aunt Helena’s Cadillac pulled in and made a beeline for Judy, then glared at the man talking to her.
“We need a table, Joe,” Helena said with all her imperious nature.
Once Joe saw Judy was with Helena, his friendly smile shut off quickly. So much for that.
“Judy, I told you that truck was going to do this to you. You have a nice car. Hell, I told you I’d buy you a new car and you refused.”
Judy squirmed for a moment, then moved to sit at the booth with her aunt. Another long, arduous trip with Helena.
She sighed. This was just her life. And this was how it would be.