Skye followed Koko to a small shack where a man was selling snowcones. "I'll have one of those please. Koko find me a cab, will you?" She dug in her purse for some change and selected a cherry cone.
"No cab Mrs. Phillips. I have my car." He sat her luggage down and went to get his car.
She nibbled on the delicious, cold treat and let Fifi have a few nibbles too. The man in the snowcone shack chuckled to himself and hid behind a newspaper. She would probably laugh at the site of herself too. She heard an awful noise to see Koko driving a beat up army jeep, spitting and sputtering, threatening to die any minute. He helped her in the seat and hurried and jumped in himself before it died.
She wondered why everything here was so old and wornout? Was this place so isolated that they were far behind in modern things? She was used to modern facilities, what if they had only outside bathrooms?
She finally had to put the dog carrier in the back seat so she could hang onto her hat and dress at the same time. Miracles upon miracles, there was a seatbelt around her waist, keeping her body from flying away. They were zooming around mountain roads without any guardrails, she just knew any minute they would fly off a cliff and into the sea.
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