The remainder of the drive to the drive-in wasn't easy. Traffic-wise the going was good. Darla pulled into her favorite parking stall next to the food truck that served exotic burgers (ostrich, boar, elk, bison, chickpea) just fine and with plenty of time to set-up Boothby. Emotionally, however, Darla was sweat-soaked, shaky, and tunnel vision messed with her eyesight (plus the sweat that dripped onto her lashes didn't help.) She was getting The Shimmies and the first day of swap meet season was really poor timing when it came to dealing with amped-up anxiety. The crew in the back just would not pipe down, not after the chat with the puppy and his silent friend. The yellow Lab howled, "Don't be so cold-hearted!" while the ocean roared and an owl with a superb set of lungs screamed exactly how Darla imagined a pterodactyl would have screamed as it soared above a cretaceous landscape. She sat motionless behind the steering wheel and concentrated on each breath. The ruckus subsided, but Darla was sure she heard muffled voices and a sneeze come from the back of her pickup. Darla felt a little light headed before she noticed the fogged up windshield.
"You o.k. in there?" Darla shrieked as someone's knuckles tapped on the driver's side window.
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