All Dressed Up

Later, Sue and her sister drove into town for dinner. Her sister hadn’t taken the chicken out from the freezer, like she was supposed to, so Sue got to pick the restaurant. They ended up getting burgers and fries from a drive-through and eating in the car parked behind the church that sat on the top of the town’s only hill.

“I told them no pickles,” Sue said, throwing the slices out the window. “You heard me say it.”

Her sister balanced her bag of fries on the steering wheel with one hand, the other fiddling with the radio dial.

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