Dying Days 7 by Armand Rosamilia

Author:Armand Rosamilia [Rosamilia, Armand]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rymfire Books
Published: 2016-11-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

April got onto the bus just before first light, still half asleep. She’d been woken by Bernie and told to grab her gear and get moving. The girls had gotten to the south bridge and onto the bus. Tosha and a driver had been laughing about something.

“Hey,” April managed.

“Did you get any coffee?” Tosha asked.

“No. I barely got dressed,” April said.

Tosha grinned. “Too bad you took your time. I’m going to guess you don’t wear anything under those tight jeans.”

April felt her face heating up. The woman was relentless.

“I’m just playing with you,” Tosha said and handed April a thermos. “Hot coffee.”

April gladly took a sip and began to wake up.

“I do have room at the inn if you ever decide to change your mind, though,” Tosha said and grinned but she was looking at Bernie as she said it.

“What did you do?” Bernie asked.

Tosha threw her head back and laughed overly dramatically. She slapped the seat. April could tell she was excited.

“I got rid of his ass. That’s what I did,” Tosha said. “He’d rather be out with his buddies than at home with me.”

“What buddies? Did he know people here already?” Bernie asked.

“Nope. He got invited to play cards with Terry and those losers. He decided it was more important than me,” Tosha said.

Bernie turned to April and shook her head. “She does this shit all the time. I’m sure she has no idea how many guys she’s messed around with and kicked to the curb since she got to The Promised Land.”

“Fourteen,” Tosha said. “But not all of them had anything to do with sex.”

“How many did?” April asked.

Tosha grinned. “Thirteen.”

“You telling me you didn’t sleep with all of them?” Bernie asked.

Tosha laughed. “I guess it was all fourteen.”

“Where are we headed?” the driver, a huge man they called Whopper, asked. April didn’t know if they rotated the drivers or if Tosha got to pick who worked with her. She figured Tosha didn’t care who was driving as long as they got there in one piece.

“Keep straight. We’re headed to the mall. You can take us ladies out shopping. Sound like fun? Maybe, if you’re nice, we’ll get you a smoothie in the food court,” Tosha said.

Whopper grinned. “I miss the mall Chinese food.”

“Gross. I always got sick. I did like the pizza in the mall, though,” Tosha said.

“My parents had their store in a mall in Jacksonville. They had a decent food court but I always brought lunch from home,” April said, trying to stay in the conversation. Tosha was intimidating, especially when she stared at people. April wondered if she’d always been this sure of herself or if she’d gotten this way thanks to circumstances.

April decided not to ask.

“Make a right. This is the mall. We want to go down to the left and go in through there,” Tosha said. “There’s stuff on the roof and I’m sure when we do a sweep of this side of the mall we’ll find a bunch of bug out bags.

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