She peers down at the gas gauge. The yellow low fuel light is on.
No, no, no! Mr. Perkins is gonna yell at me if I’m late again. Christ, why does this have to happen to me? I wish we wouldn’t have needed to use Kelsey’s car fund to pay for some of Joe’s medical bills. But we had to. I suppose I could dip into the life insurance savings he left us and get her something. It’ll have to be safe. And cheap.
She stops.