Speedy's
June 29, 1982
Afternoon
It was nearing the end of the shift when a red two-door 1976 Volare pulled into one of the bays in Tabby's section of the parking lot. Things had been unusually busy ever since Speedy's opened and the girls had not had any time to talk since clocking in. Tabby skated up to the car and saw a guy with long hair and a baseball cap. It wasn't until he turned around that she recognized him.
"I wanted the little blonde car hop," he said as soon as Tabby realized who she was dealing with and scowled.
"Well you parked in the wrong spot, dude," Tabby retorted and whipped out her pad to take the order. It was then that she noticed Matt was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Tabby realized she'd never seen this car before. It was bright red with a white top, and a white leather interior.
"Where the hell did you get this," Tabby asked.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
*Tags*
OOC: You can start this one whenever you're ready. Feel free to sprinkle Matt in as you see fit. Starla and/or Shelley can spot them or Matt can call them over at any point.
June 29, 1982
Afternoon
It was nearing the end of the shift when a red two-door 1976 Volare pulled into one of the bays in Tabby's section of the parking lot. Things had been unusually busy ever since Speedy's opened and the girls had not had any time to talk since clocking in. Tabby skated up to the car and saw a guy with long hair and a baseball cap. It wasn't until he turned around that she recognized him.
"I wanted the little blonde car hop," he said as soon as Tabby realized who she was dealing with and scowled.
"Well you parked in the wrong spot, dude," Tabby retorted and whipped out her pad to take the order. It was then that she noticed Matt was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Tabby realized she'd never seen this car before. It was bright red with a white top, and a white leather interior.
"Where the hell did you get this," Tabby asked.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
*Tags*
OOC: You can start this one whenever you're ready. Feel free to sprinkle Matt in as you see fit. Starla and/or Shelley can spot them or Matt can call them over at any point.
It was nearing the end of the shift when a red two-door 1976 Volare pulled into one of the bays in Tabby's section of the parking lot. Things had been unusually busy ever since Speedy's opened and the girls had not had any time to talk since clocking in. Tabby skated up to the car and saw a guy with long hair and a baseball cap. It wasn't until he turned around that she recognized him.
"I wanted the little blonde car hop," he said as soon as Tabby realized who she was dealing with and scowled.
"Well you parked in the wrong spot, dude," Tabby retorted and whipped out her pad to take the order. It was then that she noticed Matt was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Tabby realized she'd never seen this car before. It was bright red with a white top, and a white leather interior.
"Where the hell did you get this," Tabby asked.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
With a look of mischief on his face, Matt took the key and hopped out. He hurried to the back of the car and opened the trunk. “See? Plenty of room for a tiny smart-mouthed carhop,” he teased.
*tag Tabby*
As she was gliding up to the window to turn in an order, Shelley noticed Tabby talking to Matt over by a red car she didn’t recognize, and for some reason the trunk was open. That piqued her curiosity, and once she’d clipped her order to the order wheel she skated over to see what was going on. “Hey Tabby, is this creep giving you trouble?”
*tag Tabby*
Matt smiled when he saw Shelley coming to Tabby’s aid. “Hmmm…it might be a little crowded, but I think Trevor and I can cram you in there too,” he said, gesturing to the trunk. “It’s not like Tabby takes up much room. Y’all might even enjoy it; you could pretend you’re Spritle and Chim Chim stowing away in the trunk of the Mach 5.”
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
*tags*
"I wanted the little blonde car hop," he said as soon as Tabby realized who she was dealing with and scowled.
"Well you parked in the wrong spot, dude," Tabby retorted and whipped out her pad to take the order. It was then that she noticed Matt was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. Tabby realized she'd never seen this car before. It was bright red with a white top, and a white leather interior.
"Where the hell did you get this," Tabby asked.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
With a look of mischief on his face, Matt took the key and hopped out. He hurried to the back of the car and opened the trunk. “See? Plenty of room for a tiny smart-mouthed carhop,” he teased.
*tag Tabby*
As she was gliding up to the window to turn in an order, Shelley noticed Tabby talking to Matt over by a red car she didn’t recognize, and for some reason the trunk was open. That piqued her curiosity, and once she’d clipped her order to the order wheel she skated over to see what was going on. “Hey Tabby, is this creep giving you trouble?”
*tag Tabby*
Matt smiled when he saw Shelley coming to Tabby’s aid. “Hmmm…it might be a little crowded, but I think Trevor and I can cram you in there too,” he said, gesturing to the trunk. “It’s not like Tabby takes up much room. Y’all might even enjoy it; you could pretend you’re Spritle and Chim Chim stowing away in the trunk of the Mach 5.”
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
*tags*
"Where the hell did you get this," Tabby asked.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
With a look of mischief on his face, Matt took the key and hopped out. He hurried to the back of the car and opened the trunk. “See? Plenty of room for a tiny smart-mouthed carhop,” he teased.
"I dare you," Tabby challenged.
As she was gliding up to the window to turn in an order, Shelley noticed Tabby talking to Matt over by a red car she didn’t recognize, and for some reason the trunk was open. That piqued her curiosity, and once she’d clipped her order to the order wheel she skated over to see what was going on. “Hey Tabby, is this creep giving you trouble?”
"Yeah, these two are loitering," Tabby informed Shelley crossing her arms.
Matt smiled when he saw Shelley coming to Tabby’s aid. “Hmmm…it might be a little crowded, but I think Trevor and I can cram you in there too,” he said, gesturing to the trunk. “It’s not like Tabby takes up much room. Y’all might even enjoy it; you could pretend you’re Spritle and Chim Chim stowing away in the trunk of the Mach 5.”
"Trixie doesn't ride in the trunk," Tabby informed Matt.
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
Trevor had been watching things unfold from the driver's seat. The passenger door was open as was the trunk, but the view was obscured. Trevor opened the driver's side door and popped up over the roof.
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Valore. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Crysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
*tag Starla*
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
*tag Starla*
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it.
"Just go get Starla," Trevor replied.
"Nope, she's busy and you're in my area," Tabby shot back.
"I'll just park in a different spot then," Trevor informed her.
"And I'll just skate over to the new one," Tabby smirked. "You can't get rid of me."
"Then not only will I not tip you, but I'll pick you up and shove you in the trunk," Trevor threatened. "Matt, here is the trunk key. I need you to hop out and show Short Stuff the third-class section."
With a look of mischief on his face, Matt took the key and hopped out. He hurried to the back of the car and opened the trunk. “See? Plenty of room for a tiny smart-mouthed carhop,” he teased.
"I dare you," Tabby challenged.
As she was gliding up to the window to turn in an order, Shelley noticed Tabby talking to Matt over by a red car she didn’t recognize, and for some reason the trunk was open. That piqued her curiosity, and once she’d clipped her order to the order wheel she skated over to see what was going on. “Hey Tabby, is this creep giving you trouble?”
"Yeah, these two are loitering," Tabby informed Shelley crossing her arms.
Matt smiled when he saw Shelley coming to Tabby’s aid. “Hmmm…it might be a little crowded, but I think Trevor and I can cram you in there too,” he said, gesturing to the trunk. “It’s not like Tabby takes up much room. Y’all might even enjoy it; you could pretend you’re Spritle and Chim Chim stowing away in the trunk of the Mach 5.”
"Trixie doesn't ride in the trunk," Tabby informed Matt.
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
Trevor had been watching things unfold from the driver's seat. The passenger door was open as was the trunk, but the view was obscured. Trevor opened the driver's side door and popped up over the roof.
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Valore. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Crysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
*tag Starla*
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
*tag Starla*
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it.
Matt smiled when he saw Shelley coming to Tabby’s aid. “Hmmm…it might be a little crowded, but I think Trevor and I can cram you in there too,” he said, gesturing to the trunk. “It’s not like Tabby takes up much room. Y’all might even enjoy it; you could pretend you’re Spritle and Chim Chim stowing away in the trunk of the Mach 5.”
"Trixie doesn't ride in the trunk," Tabby informed Matt.
Matt raised an eyebrow at Tabby’s remark. “Trixie? It seems to me that Starla gets that role, as the girlfriend of the driver. I think you two are stuck with Spritle and Chim Chim.”
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
Trevor had been watching things unfold from the driver's seat. The passenger door was open as was the trunk, but the view was obscured. Trevor opened the driver's side door and popped up over the roof.
Starla grinned with delight when she saw Trevor. “Hey!” she said in greeting.
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Volaré. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Chrysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
Stealing a quick glance at Matt, Starla said, “You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!”
Matt chuckled. “Great Star Wars quote! There’s hope for you yet.”
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
Starla’s eyes widened. “A car for me? Wow! That would be cool! Uh, how much does he want for it?” She began running numbers in her head, figuring out how much she could afford. She was also wondering how Marie and Doreen and the other cheerleaders would react to it. Would having a car of her own raise her status in their eyes? Or would its reputation for having problems be a source of embarrassment for her? Would any of the cheerleaders even know that Volarés tended to have issues? Probably not; she didn’t think any of them knew much about cars. And it would certainly be nice not to have to rely on her mom to drive her where she needed to go.
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it. Shelley fell in behind Tabby, figuring Riley probably had some food ready for her to deliver too. Besides, considering the turn the conversation had just taken, it seemed like it ought to take place mainly between Starla and Trevor, and Shelley didn’t want to intrude. She began to think about how she’d gotten her own car. Tony had given her that Firebird, and at the time she hadn’t known where he’d gotten the money for it. She thought she knew now. Thoughts of Tony sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. He was probably still pissed off at her for fleeing Pittsburgh with the car, and he undoubtedly considered her a threat because of what she had seen. And she still had that film! She’d almost forgotten about it. She needed to decide what to do with it. She wondered if Tony was trying to find her, but she couldn’t imagine how he possibly could. She was half a country away from him now.
*tag Trevor*
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing:
♪ Volare, oh oh, ♪
♪ Cantare, oh oh oh oh, ♪
Starla glared at Matt. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin, eh? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
*tags*
"Trixie doesn't ride in the trunk," Tabby informed Matt.
Matt raised an eyebrow at Tabby’s remark. “Trixie? It seems to me that Starla gets that role, as the girlfriend of the driver. I think you two are stuck with Spritle and Chim Chim.”
Shelley laughed. “It’s yinz, not y’all, and you’re not getting me in that trunk.”
“Oh yeah? What makes you so sure?” asked Matt.
“First of all, you wouldn’t be able to catch me; my legs are longer than yours, and I’m on skates.” Shelley briefly glanced behind Matt at a rapidly approaching blonde carhop. “Second of all, we have backup. We outnumber yinz three to two.”
Starla glided up behind Matt and quickly came to a stop. “Hey Matt, what’s up? And what’s with this red car? I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” With the trunk lid up and partially blocking her view, Starla hadn’t yet spotted Trevor in the driver’s seat.
Trevor had been watching things unfold from the driver's seat. The passenger door was open as was the trunk, but the view was obscured. Trevor opened the driver's side door and popped up over the roof.
Starla grinned with delight when she saw Trevor. “Hey!” she said in greeting.
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Volaré. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Chrysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
Stealing a quick glance at Matt, Starla said, “You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!”
Matt chuckled. “Great Star Wars quote! There’s hope for you yet.”
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
Starla’s eyes widened. “A car for me? Wow! That would be cool! Uh, how much does he want for it?” She began running numbers in her head, figuring out how much she could afford. She was also wondering how Marie and Doreen and the other cheerleaders would react to it. Would having a car of her own raise her status in their eyes? Or would its reputation for having problems be a source of embarrassment for her? Would any of the cheerleaders even know that Volarés tended to have issues? Probably not; she didn’t think any of them knew much about cars. And it would certainly be nice not to have to rely on her mom to drive her where she needed to go.
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it. Shelley fell in behind Tabby, figuring Riley probably had some food ready for her to deliver too. Besides, considering the turn the conversation had just taken, it seemed like it ought to take place mainly between Starla and Trevor, and Shelley didn’t want to intrude. She began to think about how she’d gotten her own car. Tony had given her that Firebird, and at the time she hadn’t known where he’d gotten the money for it. She thought she knew now. Thoughts of Tony sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. He was probably still pissed off at her for fleeing Pittsburgh with the car, and he undoubtedly considered her a threat because of what she had seen. And she still had that film! She’d almost forgotten about it. She needed to decide what to do with it. She wondered if Tony was trying to find her, but she couldn’t imagine how he possibly could. She was half a country away from him now.
*tag Trevor*
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing:
♪ Volare, oh oh, ♪
♪ Cantare, oh oh oh oh, ♪
Starla glared at Matt. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin, eh? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
*tags*
Starla grinned with delight when she saw Trevor. “Hey!” she said in greeting.
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Volaré. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Chrysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
Stealing a quick glance at Matt, Starla said, “You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!”
Matt chuckled. “Great Star Wars quote! There’s hope for you yet.”
"Perhaps you would prefer to be back in your cell, your highness," Trevor threw in, smirking and glancing to Matt before continuing.
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
Starla’s eyes widened. “A car for me? Wow! That would be cool! Uh, how much does he want for it?” She began running numbers in her head, figuring out how much she could afford. She was also wondering how Marie and Doreen and the other cheerleaders would react to it. Would having a car of her own raise her status in their eyes? Or would its reputation for having problems be a source of embarrassment for her? Would any of the cheerleaders even know that Volarés tended to have issues? Probably not; she didn’t think any of them knew much about cars. And it would certainly be nice not to have to rely on her mom to drive her where she needed to go.
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it. Shelley fell in behind Tabby, figuring Riley probably had some food ready for her to deliver too. Besides, considering the turn the conversation had just taken, it seemed like it ought to take place mainly between Starla and Trevor, and Shelley didn’t want to intrude. She began to think about how she’d gotten her own car. Tony had given her that Firebird, and at the time she hadn’t known where he’d gotten the money for it. She thought she knew now. Thoughts of Tony sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. He was probably still pissed off at her for fleeing Pittsburgh with the car, and he undoubtedly considered her a threat because of what she had seen. And she still had that film! She’d almost forgotten about it. She needed to decide what to do with it. She wondered if Tony was trying to find her, but she couldn’t imagine how he possibly could. She was half a country away from him now.
"Well, that's what he wants to talk to you about," Trevor explained. "He was thinking maybe after work, you could test drive it for a bit this afternoon and see if you liked it. Then, if you were interested, maybe he can talk to your folks about it and work out the details. The thing is, he knows you so you won't have to get a bank loan and could work out a payment schedule for it and not have to worry about interest or anything. Maybe we could do all that this evening after dinner."
Trevor was unaware that Starla had to work at her other job at the mall later on or about the events of last night and that the girls were planning to follow up with a return visit after dark.
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing:
♪ Volare, oh oh, ♪
♪ Cantare, oh oh oh oh, ♪
Starla glared at Matt. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin, eh? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
Trevor left. "Dude, stick with the drumming and stay in your lane," he teased. Trevor turned back to Starla. "So what do you think?"
*tag Starla*
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
*Tags*
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
*Tags*
"Here is what's up with this car," Trevor said talking directly to Starla who was on the other side of the car. "This is a '76 Plymouth Volaré. It's the same car as the Dodge Aspen but purchased from your local Chrysler car lot. Both cars have been riddled with problems over the past several years including issues with the ignition, leaking trunks, fuel line issues, and over-heating. Some might call it a lemon."
Stealing a quick glance at Matt, Starla said, “You came in that thing? You’re braver than I thought!”
Matt chuckled. “Great Star Wars quote! There’s hope for you yet.”
"Perhaps you would prefer to be back in your cell, your highness," Trevor threw in, smirking and glancing to Matt before continuing.
"So the old man got hold of this car pretty cheap and set out to do a total rebuild and fix all the issues," Trevor continued. "Unfortunately, they are discontinuing both lines. He had hoped to sell them on his improvements. Anyway, he was going to keep the car for himself, but he's thinking about selling it. I happened to mention that you were in need of a car and..."
Starla’s eyes widened. “A car for me? Wow! That would be cool! Uh, how much does he want for it?” She began running numbers in her head, figuring out how much she could afford. She was also wondering how Marie and Doreen and the other cheerleaders would react to it. Would having a car of her own raise her status in their eyes? Or would its reputation for having problems be a source of embarrassment for her? Would any of the cheerleaders even know that Volarés tended to have issues? Probably not; she didn’t think any of them knew much about cars. And it would certainly be nice not to have to rely on her mom to drive her where she needed to go.
It was about this time Tabby looked towards the counter and saw Riley signaling her. Another car was pulling up and needed help, too. So Tabby skated off to take care of it. Shelley fell in behind Tabby, figuring Riley probably had some food ready for her to deliver too. Besides, considering the turn the conversation had just taken, it seemed like it ought to take place mainly between Starla and Trevor, and Shelley didn’t want to intrude. She began to think about how she’d gotten her own car. Tony had given her that Firebird, and at the time she hadn’t known where he’d gotten the money for it. She thought she knew now. Thoughts of Tony sent an involuntary shiver up her spine. He was probably still pissed off at her for fleeing Pittsburgh with the car, and he undoubtedly considered her a threat because of what she had seen. And she still had that film! She’d almost forgotten about it. She needed to decide what to do with it. She wondered if Tony was trying to find her, but she couldn’t imagine how he possibly could. She was half a country away from him now.
"Well, that's what he wants to talk to you about," Trevor explained. "He was thinking maybe after work, you could test drive it for a bit this afternoon and see if you liked it. Then, if you were interested, maybe he can talk to your folks about it and work out the details. The thing is, he knows you so you won't have to get a bank loan and could work out a payment schedule for it and not have to worry about interest or anything. Maybe we could do all that this evening after dinner."
Trevor was unaware that Starla had to work at her other job at the mall later on or about the events of last night and that the girls were planning to follow up with a return visit after dark.
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing:
♪ Volare, oh oh, ♪
♪ Cantare, oh oh oh oh, ♪
Starla glared at Matt. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin, eh? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
Trevor left. "Dude, stick with the drumming and stay in your lane," he teased. Trevor turned back to Starla. "So what do you think?"
*tag Starla*
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
*Tags*
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
*Tags*
Starla’s eyes widened. “A car for me? Wow! That would be cool! Uh, how much does he want for it?”
"Well, that's what he wants to talk to you about," Trevor explained. "He was thinking maybe after work, you could test drive it for a bit this afternoon and see if you liked it. Then, if you were interested, maybe he can talk to your folks about it and work out the details. The thing is, he knows you so you won't have to get a bank loan and could work out a payment schedule for it and not have to worry about interest or anything. Maybe we could do all that this evening after dinner."
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing “Volare Nel Blu Dipinto di Blu”, but Starla interrupted him after just a couple of lines. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin sings it? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
Trevor left. "Dude, stick with the drumming and stay in your lane," he teased. Trevor turned back to Starla. "So what do you think?"
“I’d like to, but I have to work at the mall tonight,” Starla said, a note of regret in her voice. She wished she had some time to test drive the car, but after her shift at Speedy’s she’d have just enough time to go home and change into some dressier clothes for her job as a sales associate at one of the mall’s anchor stores, and then her mother would drive her to the mall and drop her off. “I get off at nine. Shelley was planning to come to the mall tonight to pick me up…” Should she tell them what she, Tabby, and Shelley were planning to do afterwards?
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
“The guys were talking about letting me take the car for a test drive,” said Starla. “But I told them I have to work tonight.”
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
“Oh, uh, no, not yet,” said Starla. She’d been a little hesitant to talk about it, but the guys were going to find out one way or another. She knew if she didn’t tell them about it, Tabby would. She looked around slyly, as if making sure no one was listening, and then said, “Tabby and Shelley and I have a little, uh, what you could call a ‘clandestine’ activity planned for tonight!”
*tags*
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
*tags*
"Well, that's what he wants to talk to you about," Trevor explained. "He was thinking maybe after work, you could test drive it for a bit this afternoon and see if you liked it. Then, if you were interested, maybe he can talk to your folks about it and work out the details. The thing is, he knows you so you won't have to get a bank loan and could work out a payment schedule for it and not have to worry about interest or anything. Maybe we could do all that this evening after dinner."
Meanwhile, Matt watched as Starla seemed to be considering whether she wanted to buy the car. Hoping to encourage her, he started singing “Volare Nel Blu Dipinto di Blu”, but Starla interrupted him after just a couple of lines. “Who is it that sings that?” she asked.
“Uh…” said Matt. He wasn’t really sure who sang it originally. It wasn’t his style of music, and it was from before his time. “Dean Martin, I think?”
“Dean Martin sings it? Well let’s keep it that way, shall we?” she said.
Matt grinned at the insult. “Hey, there’s a reason Trevor does all the male-voice singing and not me.” He didn’t mention that he didn’t know the rest of the lyrics anyway.
Trevor left. "Dude, stick with the drumming and stay in your lane," he teased. Trevor turned back to Starla. "So what do you think?"
“I’d like to, but I have to work at the mall tonight,” Starla said, a note of regret in her voice. She wished she had some time to test drive the car, but after her shift at Speedy’s she’d have just enough time to go home and change into some dressier clothes for her job as a sales associate at one of the mall’s anchor stores, and then her mother would drive her to the mall and drop her off. “I get off at nine. Shelley was planning to come to the mall tonight to pick me up…” Should she tell them what she, Tabby, and Shelley were planning to do afterwards?
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
“The guys were talking about letting me take the car for a test drive,” said Starla. “But I told them I have to work tonight.”
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
“Oh, uh, no, not yet,” said Starla. She’d been a little hesitant to talk about it, but the guys were going to find out one way or another. She knew if she didn’t tell them about it, Tabby would. She looked around slyly, as if making sure no one was listening, and then said, “Tabby and Shelley and I have a little, uh, what you could call a ‘clandestine’ activity planned for tonight!”
*tags*
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
*tags*
“I’d like to, but I have to work at the mall tonight,” Starla said, a note of regret in her voice. She wished she had some time to test drive the car, but after her shift at Speedy’s she’d have just enough time to go home and change into some dressier clothes for her job as a sales associate at one of the mall’s anchor stores, and then her mother would drive her to the mall and drop her off. “I get off at nine. Shelley was planning to come to the mall tonight to pick me up…” Should she tell them what she, Tabby, and Shelley were planning to do afterwards?
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
“The guys were talking about letting me take the car for a test drive,” said Starla. “But I told them I have to work tonight.”
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
“Oh, uh, no, not yet,” said Starla. She’d been a little hesitant to talk about it, but the guys were going to find out one way or another. She knew if she didn’t tell them about it, Tabby would. She looked around slyly, as if making sure no one was listening, and then said, “Tabby and Shelley and I have a little, uh, what you could call a ‘clandestine’ activity planned for tonight!”
"A clandestine," Trevor repeated turning to Tabby. "So what is it that you and Shortstuff saw last night exactly? This sounds intriguing." Trevor turned to Matt to get his reaction.
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
"Yeah, Shelley and her Yankee words," Trevor said with a laugh. "We need to start carrying a translation guide around to understand her. I think Yinz and teaching her a pop is a Coke regardless of what brand it is are a good starting point..."
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
"Wait, are you serious? Did you report this to anyone or notify the cops," Trevor asked, somewhat alarmed.
*tags*
"It sounds like Nancy and Drew and company need the Hardy Boys as back up," Trevor said turning to Matt.
*tags*
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
*tags*
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
*tags*
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
*tags*
Tabby was picking up orders at the window as Shelley skated up to get hers. Tabby delivered the food and checked on a few other cars to see if the customers needed anything else. A moment later, she skated back towards the Volare.
"Okay, so what did I miss? Is this for Starla," Tabby asked.
“The guys were talking about letting me take the car for a test drive,” said Starla. “But I told them I have to work tonight.”
"So, did you tell the guys about what we saw last night," Tabby inquired. She turned to glance in Trevor and Matt's direction. Looking at their faces, it was clear the subject had not come up. They had probably been busy discussing the car.
“Oh, uh, no, not yet,” said Starla. She’d been a little hesitant to talk about it, but the guys were going to find out one way or another. She knew if she didn’t tell them about it, Tabby would. She looked around slyly, as if making sure no one was listening, and then said, “Tabby and Shelley and I have a little, uh, what you could call a ‘clandestine’ activity planned for tonight!”
"A clandestine," Trevor repeated turning to Tabby. "So what is it that you and Shortstuff saw last night exactly? This sounds intriguing." Trevor turned to Matt to get his reaction.
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
"Yeah, Shelley and her Yankee words," Trevor said with a laugh. "We need to start carrying a translation guide around to understand her. I think Yinz and teaching her a pop is a Coke regardless of what brand it is are a good starting point..."
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
"Wait, are you serious? Did you report this to anyone or notify the cops," Trevor asked, somewhat alarmed.
*tags*
"It sounds like Nancy and Drew and company need the Hardy Boys as back up," Trevor said turning to Matt.
*tags*
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
*tags*
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
*tags*
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
*tags*
Starla looked around slyly, as if making sure no one was listening, and then said, “Tabby and Shelley and I have a little, uh, what you could call a ‘clandestine’ activity planned for tonight!”
"A clandestine," Trevor repeated turning to Tabby. "So what is it that you and Shortstuff saw last night exactly? This sounds intriguing." Trevor turned to Matt to get his reaction.
Matt returned Trevor’s glance, but didn’t say anything. By the look on his face it was clear his curiosity was piqued as well. He looked back at Starla, eager to hear more.
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
"Yeah, Shelley and her Yankee words," Trevor said with a laugh. "We need to start carrying a translation guide around to understand her. I think Yinz and teaching her a pop is a Coke regardless of what brand it is are a good starting point..."
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
"Wait, are you serious? Did you report this to anyone or notify the cops," Trevor asked, somewhat alarmed.
“Report what? A car flashing its lights a couple of times and then leading a truck down a road? That’s not illegal,” said Starla. “It really only seems suspicious because of what we know about Jerry. Besides, if we’d reported it we’d probably end up having to explain why we were following Jerry in the first place. You guys are the only ones we've told.”
"It sounds like Nancy and Drew and company need the Hardy Boys as back up," Trevor said turning to Matt.
“There are three of them, so maybe they’re more like The Three Investigators,” said Matt. “Although The Three Investigators aren’t girls. Still, do y’all have a trailer hidden under mounds of trash in a salvage yard that serves as your secret headquarters, and have to crawl through tunnels to get to it?” Matt wasn’t sure if any of the rest of them had read any of the Three Investigators books. Trevor might have, but he suspected Starla and Tabby hadn’t. “Well, anyway, I suppose Nancy Drew has a couple of friends that help her out, and Trevor and I can certainly be Frank and Joe Hardy. I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. How can we help?”
*tags*
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
“That’s kind of hard to say,” Starla said. “I think it was an actual public road, but it looked like it was in pretty bad shape and not well maintained. It had a road sign; it was called Debbie Hart Ln.”
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
Starla looked toward Riley and waved back in acknowledgement, letting him know she would be right over. Shelley was already dealing with the new arrivals, it seemed; Starla spotted her taking an order from a car that had just pulled in. “Sounds good,” she said. “We’ll let Shelley know y’all are planning to meet us at the mall tonight.”
"A clandestine," Trevor repeated turning to Tabby. "So what is it that you and Shortstuff saw last night exactly? This sounds intriguing." Trevor turned to Matt to get his reaction.
Matt returned Trevor’s glance, but didn’t say anything. By the look on his face it was clear his curiosity was piqued as well. He looked back at Starla, eager to hear more.
“Last night when we were going to the 7-Eleven for some Slurpees and nachos, we saw Jerry in his orange bug and decided to follow him to see what he was up to. Because, you know, we, uh, thought he might be involved in those car thefts or something.” Now that she was giving voice to it, it kind of seemed like they’d been butting into something that wasn’t any of their business. What was that word Shelley had used? Neb-nose, or something like that? Starla rushed to continue her explanation before Trevor could point out that they’d been sticking their noses where they didn’t belong.
"Yeah, Shelley and her Yankee words," Trevor said with a laugh. "We need to start carrying a translation guide around to understand her. I think Yinz and teaching her a pop is a Coke regardless of what brand it is are a good starting point..."
“Anyway, at first we thought he was going to River Oaks, but instead he turned down a farm-to-market road. And then, get this: he stopped on the side of the road and waited until some semi truck came along; then he signaled the semi by flashing his lights, and led the truck down some old side road. Anyway, we watched for a while, but that storm was rolling in, so we decided to split. We figured we’d go back tonight to look around some more, maybe figure out where that side road leads and what Jerry and that semi were doing there.”
"Wait, are you serious? Did you report this to anyone or notify the cops," Trevor asked, somewhat alarmed.
“Report what? A car flashing its lights a couple of times and then leading a truck down a road? That’s not illegal,” said Starla. “It really only seems suspicious because of what we know about Jerry. Besides, if we’d reported it we’d probably end up having to explain why we were following Jerry in the first place. You guys are the only ones we've told.”
"It sounds like Nancy and Drew and company need the Hardy Boys as back up," Trevor said turning to Matt.
“There are three of them, so maybe they’re more like The Three Investigators,” said Matt. “Although The Three Investigators aren’t girls. Still, do y’all have a trailer hidden under mounds of trash in a salvage yard that serves as your secret headquarters, and have to crawl through tunnels to get to it?” Matt wasn’t sure if any of the rest of them had read any of the Three Investigators books. Trevor might have, but he suspected Starla and Tabby hadn’t. “Well, anyway, I suppose Nancy Drew has a couple of friends that help her out, and Trevor and I can certainly be Frank and Joe Hardy. I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. How can we help?”
*tags*
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
“That’s kind of hard to say,” Starla said. “I think it was an actual public road, but it looked like it was in pretty bad shape and not well maintained. It had a road sign; it was called Debbie Hart Ln.”
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
Starla looked toward Riley and waved back in acknowledgement, letting him know she would be right over. Shelley was already dealing with the new arrivals, it seemed; Starla spotted her taking an order from a car that had just pulled in. “Sounds good,” she said. “We’ll let Shelley know y’all are planning to meet us at the mall tonight.”
“There are three of them, so maybe they’re more like The Three Investigators,” said Matt. “Although The Three Investigators aren’t girls. Still, do y’all have a trailer hidden under mounds of trash in a salvage yard that serves as your secret headquarters, and have to crawl through tunnels to get to it?” Matt wasn’t sure if any of the rest of them had read any of the Three Investigators books. Trevor might have, but he suspected Starla and Tabby hadn’t. “Well, anyway, I suppose Nancy Drew has a couple of friends that help her out, and Trevor and I can certainly be Frank and Joe Hardy. I’ll admit, I’m intrigued. How can we help?”
"Uh, you lost me Matt," Tabby replied. "Maybe you can go out there with us... ya know, just in case. I doubt we'll find anything, but you know, this could like be Shelley's big chance if something is going on. Like Starla said, there isn't anything to report... yet. But maybe she can get a few pictures and we might, like, find something to tie Jerry into the car thefts."
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
“That’s kind of hard to say,” Starla said. “I think it was an actual public road, but it looked like it was in pretty bad shape and not well maintained. It had a road sign; it was called Debbie Hart Ln.”
"Yeah, the sign was barely legible," Tabby added.
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
Starla looked toward Riley and waved back in acknowledgement, letting him know she would be right over. Shelley was already dealing with the new arrivals, it seemed; Starla spotted her taking an order from a car that had just pulled in. “Sounds good,” she said. “We’ll let Shelley know y’all are planning to meet us at the mall tonight.”
"Sounds like a plan. Matt and I will head up there after closing tonight. We can meet up then and we'll figure out the details at the point," Trevor said. "Come on Matt, let's finish lunch and run this thing back to the shop."
"Uh, you lost me Matt," Tabby replied. "Maybe you can go out there with us... ya know, just in case. I doubt we'll find anything, but you know, this could like be Shelley's big chance if something is going on. Like Starla said, there isn't anything to report... yet. But maybe she can get a few pictures and we might, like, find something to tie Jerry into the car thefts."
"Did they go off on private property or just down another rural road," Trevor pressed.
“That’s kind of hard to say,” Starla said. “I think it was an actual public road, but it looked like it was in pretty bad shape and not well maintained. It had a road sign; it was called Debbie Hart Ln.”
"Yeah, the sign was barely legible," Tabby added.
More cars were turning into the parking lot and Riley was waving at the girls that he had more orders ready.
"Looks like you need to get back to work," Trevor observed. "Why don't we meet up at the mall and talk about our plan here then. We can work out details on the car later this week."
Starla looked toward Riley and waved back in acknowledgement, letting him know she would be right over. Shelley was already dealing with the new arrivals, it seemed; Starla spotted her taking an order from a car that had just pulled in. “Sounds good,” she said. “We’ll let Shelley know y’all are planning to meet us at the mall tonight.”
"Sounds like a plan. Matt and I will head up there after closing tonight. We can meet up then and we'll figure out the details at the point," Trevor said. "Come on Matt, let's finish lunch and run this thing back to the shop."
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