With your head hung over the bowl, you do your business and clean yourself up. When you come out of the stall the boy with the Priest shirt is waiting. He's leaning against the sinks with his headphones on, nodding his head to the trebly beat sneaking out of the headphones. " God. That must be deafening." you think. When he sees you emerge he takes the headphones off,
" Mr. Sheeter?" he says. " The guy at the Bluestar Motel said you could fly me to Baton Rouge...? I really need to get there, like really bad."
You look at him and frown. " How old are you?"
" Old enough to pay your price." he says.
You turn away from him to run cold water on your face. It feels good and for a minute you picture yourself with your face in a sink of cold water for the rest of the day. Ahh, that would be blissful, you think.
" What're you doin'? Running away? " you ask, grabbing a paper towel out of the dispenser. " Where's you parents?"
The kid looked at the floor and dug in his pants pocket, pulling out three crisply folded hundred dollar bills and thrust them at you. " Com'n Mr. Sheeter. I got enough don't I? Just take me to Baton Rouge, no questions asked. OK? Like, I gotta get there today."
You stare at him, rinse your mouth in the sink and then say. " How do you know I'm even Sheeter? I could just be some drunk for all you know,.... take your money and walk out of here."
The kid looks defeated and starts to leave, but you suddenly decide to take him to Baton Rouge. You're not sure why, maybe you just decide the kid looks like he needs a break.
" Come on. " you say as you brush past him on the way out. " I'll take you."
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