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“Saturday?”
“The animal adoption. You’re coming right?”
The meeting she attended with Alice over the arrangements felt like a month ago. “Oh, right. Yes. What’s today?”
“Thursday. Are you all right?”
No, she wasn’t, but she was a world-class actress. “I’m good. I went out last night and am only getting my day started now.”
“Oh, okay. Saturday, Cimarron Elementary.”
“Right. I’ll be there. Do you need anything?”
“A crowd to get these animals adopted.”
“Right. I’ll see you then.”
“Bye.”
After she hung up, Mickey said, “I doubt Pyre’s going to allow that.”
She held up a finger. “Don’t.”
He glanced at her. “Don’t what?”
“Tell me what I can or can’t do.” It was Maddog’s dare that put her over the edge last night. Mom was right; if someone told her not to do something, she would be compelled to do just that.
She sat back and stared out of the window. She felt dead inside. It took a week for her new outlook on life to plummet to its death in a hail of blood, violence, and a reminder of past sins. Angel thought she needed to risk her life to keep her restlessness at bay. Mom didn’t want her going down that road, and neither did she. The last thing she wanted was to rub shoulders with people like Maddog and George Wotherton. Mom was right. She would find little things that made her happy and hold on for dear life.
She spotted a familiar building. “Turn here.”
“What?”
“Turn!” she snapped.
The tires screeched as Mickey made a sharp turn.
“The drive-through is around the corner,” she said.
“What the hell are we doing?”
“I want a donut,” she said.
“What?”
“Do-nut,” she enunciated. “Strawberry, chocolate … whatever they have, I want it. I had one a week ago, and it made me happy, so we’re gonna get a dozen and hope it perks me up. Comprende?”
Mickey gave her a glance that suggested she’d lost her mind. His phone rang as he pulled up to the microphone. Carmen leaned across him and hollered out her order as Mickey talked on the phone.
“She wants a donut. I know. We’ll be out of here in a sec.” He hung up. “Frederick’s covering us.”
“Of course, he is.” She handed him her credit card. “I didn’t ask if you wanted anything.”
He grinned. “I’m sure I’ll find something from the three dozen you ordered.”
“I want Mom and Marv to have some too.”
Mickey handed her three hot boxes, which she placed on her lap. She waved at the Dunkin’ Donut’s worker, who drooled over her car. She flipped open the lid and bit into a strawberry donut. She closed her eyes and sank her teeth into the pink frosting and let everything else cease to exist. It was pathetic to seek solace from a donut, but she would take what she could get. Anything had to be better than wallowing in a pit of self-loathing.
