We were stopped by two police officers about forty miles from the Mexican border just past Deming. We picked them up as we were leaving the town.
I knew I’d made her angry so we’d stopped in Deming to get something to eat. Biscuits and gravy. I grabbed a handful of the money from the bag and stuffed it in my pocket. I just looked around for cops the whole time. She just sat talking and laughing and eating. I hadn’t seen her that happy before. People were looking at us in the restaurant. In your head you tell yourself that it’s because they heard about what you did on the radio and they know you did it. But we were dressed like ‘city folk’ in a country town. And she was bouncing off the walls. And I was starin’ out every face, jumping every time the door opened. We stood out like a couple of Jews in a Mosque.
“Do you think we’re gonna make it to Mexico?” she asked.
“Probably” I said. I was sure we wouldn’t. Even if we could get there I knew we wouldn’t get there.
“I don’t. I think we’re gonna die.” She smiled this big goofy smile and kept chewing on her food. I started laughing.
“Yeah. Me too.”
She stopped smiling.
“Then why’d you lie?”
“Cause I thought you wanted me to.”
She kissed her fingers and reached out and pressed them against my lips. I closed my eyes. I could taste the gravy. It tasted really good. I was really hungry but far too wired to eat anything.
“You got your gun?” she asked me, looking over those heart-shaped glasses, swallowing a big mouthful of biscuit.
I looked around to see if anyone heard her. She was so loud.
“Yeah. Of course.” I whispered.
“Give it to me” she said, smiling at me.
“Why?” I asked, still whispering.
She took off her glasses, folded them and sat the down on the table.
“I’m gonna kill someone, that’s why.”
I looked into those eyes of hers. I could still see the young, broken girl I fell in love with a few weeks ago, but she was disappearing faster than our chances. When she stared down the barrel of that gun in my pants and pulled the trigger on her daddy, that little girl in her died without a corpse. She was someone I didn’t think I’d ever know. She was so beautiful.
“Sugar,” I leaned in, trying to throw a blanket over our conversation, “these people ain’t done nuthin.”
“You’re right.” She sat back, her smile disappeared. She looked down at her plate, all sad.
“Look, I don’t wanna kill nobody,” I took her hands in mine, “but, if you wanna rob the place, then I’m happy with that. You know, for kicks.”
She looked up and smiled.
“Really?! Like Pulp Fiction?”
“Like Pulp Fiction.” I smiled, rubbing her hands. “But no killing nobody. Not unless you have to.”
She looked at me from across the table. She blew me a kiss. I watched her shoulder dip under the table. I felt her hand slide up my leg. She moved her hand over my dick and started rubbing. I closed my eyes. In one move I felt the gun come right out of my pants.
“Everybody be cool this is a robbery!!!” she shouted, her chair sliding back across the diner floor. I smiled at her as I rose to my feet. At that moment, I’d never loved anyone so much.