Ch11

It’s been 3 days, 21 minutes and 30 seconds… but who is counting?  It’s been this long since Shane bumped Carmen’s forehand on the car door.   She blamed the poor taxi driver next day.  Well, he didn’t help, so it was only fair that he shared part of the blame too.  Lesson learned from Carmen, the truth was overrated, focus on having fun.  A little white lie won’t hurt anyone – maybe the taxi driver if Carmen remembered who he was.   

Carmen touched her forehead like she knew Shane was thinking about it.  She winced at the contact.  It was not red anymore, just a little bit swollen, she wondered when it would disappear. 

“Shane, my forehead still hurts! Is it looking bad?”  Carmen was whining to her.

“It’s not that bad.  Come on.”  Shane moved forward to give her a hug.

“Maybe we should put a rare steak on it?”  The shorter girl asked in her embrace.

“Don’t be silly!  Where did you get that from?”  Shane laughed at her suggestion.

“I saw it in a movie! Apparently the meat will soak up the bruises.”  She replied in a little girl voice.

Shane laughed even harder.

“You are not helping!”

“Fine.”  She kissed her forehead.  “is it better now?”

“I am not sure.  Try again?”  Shane kissed her bruise a little longer this time.

“better now?” 

“Just a little… Thanks, my mum used to do that too.  I always fell down when I was little and my mum did that every time….”  Carmen recounted her memories.

“Clumsy girl!”  They starred at each other and shared a moment.

Carmen’s phone rang, it startled them and the moment was gone.  She answered it a little annoyed. “Hello?… Who the hell is this?  Spike?… What do you want?  Give it to Lou so that I know he is alive!”

Shane could smell trouble again….  How come trouble just seemed to follow Carmen around or was it her?  She should ask Carmen if her life was this eventful later.

 “We need to got out!  Lou, my friend is in trouble.  We need to rescue him from Spike.”