Date: Wed, 27 Nov 1996 14:31:26 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: NT: HWY 41 L.L. Demerle wrote: ----snip-----snip >Wanda was disheartened. Ahead, the lights of the diner nudged her >spirits and she thought about the driver. He picked us up and >brought us to civilization. That's cool. This place is my ticket >out. > >This place is my ticket out, thought Mark. > >I need a a place to hide, thought Morgan, fully aware that her >medication was just about worn off. > >We gonna have some fun tonight! thought Shirley. > >I want him, thought Margaret. > >I wonder what kinda pie they have here? thought Cooper. ------ The rented Toyota pulled in to the truck stop and parked, with the help of it's driver, agent Cooper. Wanda and Morgan immediately jumped out their respectives back doors, as Mark merely sat, seemingly not knowing what to do, afraid he might get chastised for any action on his part. Margaret, thinking of blood and mayhem, slowly and sensuously exited the front seat, as Shirley, hiding just behind Morgan's blue eyes, thought of the same thing. Cooper stepped from the driver's side of the car, licking his lips and hoping this obscure, out-of-the-way place had some good, deep, dark, rich, black coffee and a nice, juicy, fresh piece of apple pie. The unlikely team of night wanderers entered the building and made it's way to the coffee shop. "May I get you some coffee or tea?" the waitress, dressed in a grease-stained, brown skirt, asked. Cooper couldn't tell if she was chewing gum or tobacco. "Oh yes, my dear," the G-Man said, "a cup of your wonderful coffee, black. And a large piece of apple pie." "Yes sir," smack, smack, chew, chew. "And the rest of you?" Margaret ordered a large steak, rare. She figured it might hold her over until they could get some privacy. Wanda and Morgan each simply ordered a salad and iced tea. Mark was afraid to order, at first, but finally said "I'll have what he's having," pointing to Cooper. Shirley knew of course that Morgan's salad would have to do. The waitress left as Cooper turned to Margaret, "Now, you were just about to tell me all about that bald headed man." Margaret didn't fall for the trick. She knew very well she hadn't offered any information when he asked earlier. She had been round the block a few times, afterall. "Well, as I was saying," Margaret looked into Cooper's eyes, "who wants to know, darling?" Cooper quickly kicked himself under the table, knowing he had again picked the wrong strategy for this mysterious woman. But he also knew he would not underestimate her again. "Dale Cooper, FBI, maam, but I'm really just curious though. No formalities here. I really do want to help you folks get back to town, but I do hope you can tell me if you happened to see anyone suspicious in the area, including this bald-headed, t-shirt-wearing man." He smiled at Margaret and waited for a reply. ----------- --------------------------- Once upon a time there was a boy who met a girl and really liked her. He chased her to and fro and she ran like mad, but then she suddenly stopped and he caught her. They were happy for a long time. Then another boy chased her and she ran and the first boy stomped his foot and the second boy collided with the girl when she suddenly stopped. They were happy for a long time. The first boy cried. But finally she ran again, this time back to the first. She knew he was the one. She finally knew. He was hurt, but he took her back, because he knew too. They lived happily ever after.