0027: Where do we go next?

0027: Everly watches Vivian dissolve into the vicious memory. She sits, stiffly, her bare shoulders shivering in her crusty sun dress. Everly doesn’t want to know, but she needs to find out. “Where do we go…next?” 

Vivian snaps out of it. She grinds her fingers into the side of her nose, and then she laughs, swatting Everly’s arm with her withered hand. “Nah, Nah, Nah. You going to be getting out soon, right? So you don’t have to worry bout that.” 

Spit, thick like glue suctions to the back of Everly’s throat. Everly swallows hard, trying to force the anxiety down with the saliva.

She needs to get out today, ideally before 10:30 am so she doesn’t get written up at work. Waitress jobs aren’t easy to come by in Los Angeles. More importantly, tomorrow is her meeting with Jetson Ayers. 

Her lungs compress, as if the air is being sucked out of them, at the thought of missing her meeting with Jetson. She had first seen him at the Santa Barbara film festival…