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good start. I will go get some more snacks from the machine,” I said heading for the door.
     
    The motel didn’t look any better during the daylight. It was covered with peeling paint and signs of kicked in doors displayed themselves as I slowly moved toward the snack machine. I kept my head down, trying to draw as little attention as possible. Picking some pretzels and peanut M&M’s, I slid the money into the machine and collected my snacks.
     
    I was so relieved to make it back to the room that I shut the door and slid down on the other side of it. The snacks tumbled to the floor and I let out a sigh before looking at Nessa.
     
    “Everything ok Cora?”
     
    “Yeah, I am just paranoid.”
     
    “Good news is there is a car dealership about a mile down the road. I say we pack up and get out of this hell hole,” Nessa suggested.
     
    “The sooner the better,” I replied in agreement.
     
    The walk was a little warm and sweat glistened on my forehead. I swiped at it and kept walking. We were close, and I could see the run down dealership just up the street. It looked like the ghetto and I felt a sense of unease as we walked down the street. We looked really out of place and I could tell that Nessa felt the same since she was picking up the pace.
     
    Aside from some cat calls and thumping sound systems, we managed to make it there unscathed. We walked the lot for a few minutes before a salesman in a rumpled suit joined us. His hair was greasy and slicked back. The years had clearly not been kind to him. He flashed us his let’s make a deal smile before saying hello.
     
    “Hi, we are looking for something cheap that still runs decent,” Nessa told the salesman.
     
    “I have this nineteen eighty five cutlass sierra for a bargain, only fifteen hundred. If you are looking for a steal, then this is your car,” he said, holding his hand in a sales walk around the car.
     
    I could tell that she was trying to get a read on him and before he could respond, she moved down the rows of cars and settled in front of a rusty purple mustang from the nineteen eighty six. “This one is the one we want.”
     
    “What a great choice. I will sell it for a mere two thousand just for you young ladies,” the salesman said.
     
    I could see Nessa was not willing to bend so easily and I watched the ping pong match begin.
     
    “I am willing to pay one thousand four hundred for it.”
     
    “That’s highway robbery and you know it. How about nineteen hundred?” he suggested.
     
    “It has one hundred eighty thousand miles on it and is leaking oil. How about one thousand five hundred?” she asked peering underneath the car.
     
    “It still runs good, seventeen hundred is my final offer,” the man said sternly.
     
    “Sixteen hundred cash and you have a deal,” she countered.
     
    He seemed to hesitate, and then nodded. “Congratulations on your purchase, let’s go inside and finalize the deal.”
     
    Panic coursed through me as I thought of the paperwork we might have to sign. Nessa followed him towards the small trailer office and winked at me. I let out a sigh of relief and followed them inside.
     
    I watched as Nessa forked over the money in exchange for the title and a set of keys. He shook her hand and she thanked him for his help. She turned around and flashed me a big smile. I followed her out and we got into the rusty purple mustang. I threw the bag in the back seat and we sat in complete silence until we pulled out on the road and had made it a few miles from the dealership.
     
    “Nessa, that was amazing the way you negotiated with him. You are a natural,” I said.
     
    “Reading his mind helped. It was one of the few cars on the lot that wasn’t a lemon. It leaks oil so we will have to put a fresh quart every couple hundred miles but it runs like a champ.”
     
    “There is even an eight ball on the shifter, classic. At least it has a radio,” I commented.
     
    “Ok, time for the important question.