CHAPTER 11: Maggie
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“No, no. Don’t do this. Hang on. You can make it. Only another few yards.” Maggie wanted to cry or scream at the heavens. Her car could not die now. She was almost out of the parking lot of La Petite Mort Club. She stepped harder on the gas, causing the car to jump forward and shake. Please, that can’t be its death rattle. Not now. Not here. Why were these things happening to her? She was a good person. She went to church, took care of her kids and was kind to everyone she met. She hit the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal down all the way. “Get me home or down the street. Die anywhere but here.”
As the car continued jerking through the parking lot, she kept bargaining with it. “If you make it around the corner, I’ll take you to a car wash. I swear.” S
