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it took off like a bullet from a gun, leaving behind black tread on the saturated cement.
    “Get in the car!” Zach yelled.
    He took the blocks fast and rubbed those damned fingers over his lips. Lifting her chin she vowed not to be the first to speak. If he wouldn’t even listen to her explanation he could go to hell.
    They stopped at a large drugstore.
    “Do you need anything?”
    She nodded—she needed everything. He held a basket while she loaded it with toothbrush and paste and shower gel. She didn’t ask questions, just grabbed what she needed from the shelves, surprised to see that this drugstore carried a little bit of literally everything, including half-gallon bottles of whiskey and Dom Perignon.
    When the plastic red basket was filled to overflowing, Zach placed it in a full-size shopping cart, tight lipped and seemingly frustrated.
    She walked beside him as he gathered cereal, milk, frozen pizza, chips, cookies, bottled water, wine, and sodas. His movements were jerky and heavy.
    They labored toward the front of the store with the haul, both stopping when they spotted sweats, undies, socks, and flip-flops.
    Zach pulled some tube socks from the rack. “I hope you’re a Saints fan,” he said sarcastically as he tossed the socks into the basket.
    She pulled T-shirts and sweats from the cubbyholes and several pairs of glittering Saints boy shorts, suppressing a giggle as he watched.
    While the clerk scanned their items, Zach scrolled through his phone, reminding her she’d lost one of his expensive Apple gadgets.
    She passed him the wad of cash he’d given to her on the street. “I want to pay you for the clothes and other things.”
    He took it from her. “You said that before. Why do you keep saying that when you can’t?”
    “But I will be able to. One day.”
    “Other than throwing your life away with the help of drugs did you have a plan when you left home?”
    “I’ve never done drugs, or even smoked cigarettes.”
    “Could have fooled me on that one,” he scoffed. “What’s your plan?”
    “I don’t have one.”
    He leaned in close to her ear, so no one could hear. His warm breath on her skin sent her mind scrambling.
    “You should always have a plan before you commit to a life changing situation. Now you’re fucked, see. Before leaving your current place you should have made sure you had another place to stay.”
    “I didn’t have that luxury.”
    “What luxury? Everybody has the ability to be smart and plan ahead.”
    She forced her arms through the plastic sacks.
    While he paid she walked away. What did he know about her life anyway?
    “Hey, wait up.”
    She stopped and turned so fast she bumped into his front. Shaking her fists laden with sacks at him she said, “You’re wrong. Not everybody does.” The bags made a satisfying rustle that mirrored her annoyance.
    His arms went out to his sides. “Your grand plan was to leave your Slidell home to hide out in the pool house without asking me if it was okay?”
    He wasn’t being so quiet now and she lowered her head, ashamed.
    She spoke softly, “The only plan was to not spend another night in my home with my stepfather.” She turned away from him to wipe the tears from her cheeks.
    Tugging at her elbow he said, “Hey, I’m sorry.” He pulled her toward the parked car and took the bags from her. With her chin on her chest, she watched him load the items into the car, humiliated that he didn’t believe her.
    “The drugs aren’t mine.”
    “Oh? You’re a victim of receiving free drugs.” He held the car door open, gesturing her inside.
    When he turned the motor on, she held her hand over the shifter, preventing his intentions. “I need you to listen to how I came into possession of that blue package.”
    He sighed and rubbed his face. “I’m listening.”
    “Last night I stayed with a friend of mine from high school.” She looked out the window at the falling misty drizzle. Old man winter was settling in and he