The Grim Room

CHAPTER 38 and 39

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Alison’s ass was sore. The .38 was resting on her chest. Yawning, she flicked her bangs and sniffled awake like she always did. Well, she was getting used to sleeping in the Tacoma at least, though that wasn’t exactly a good thing. She felt groggy but it was still the same day, just before 2 P.M. They’d left at five in the morning so it seemed like a saga.

She reached down and brought up a gallon jug of water, slugging. Under the seat, she grabbed box of chocolate chip granola bars. Greedily, she ate one, then two bars. She snatched her down jacket. Alison got out of the car and did some stretches, bending down and touching her toes, doing simple yoga warm-up routines, lowering into a squatting position. It was colder than she imagined it would be. It must have been in the teens, easy. Alison wra…