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Bette put her arm around Alice who had her face buried in her hands. She couldn’t stand seeing Alice upset and was doing her best to console her but standing in the middle of the junkyard watching Myrtle being pancaked underneath the car crusher was not what Bette had in mind in spending her afternoon as she rubbed Alice’s back in comfort
“Come on Al….We should go….There is nothing more you can do now….Myrtle will now go on and do good things in the recycled world. They will use her steel to make all kinds of products and help out the environment in the process. You should be proud” Bette tried making something positive out of the situation but Alice was really crushed—no pun intended.
Alice raised her head wiping tears from her eyes. “I don’t know if I can ever step foot behind the wheel of another car ever again” she said as Bette slowly pulled her away from the heart wrenching scene.
Bette pulled Alice into her body as they walked.
“Of course you will Al…No other vehicle will replace Myrtle inside your heart” Bette felt like an idiot when it came out of her mouth but if it made Alice feel any better it would be worth it
Alice sighs as they approach Bette’s car “I guess you are right. It was just that Myrtle and Dana were bonding and we were like this happy little family. You even stopped complaining about her and even Myrtle stopped hesitating and refusing to start when your name was mentioned. It was like all was right with the world..And then she had to go and blow her engine parts out all over Ventura Blvd” Alice sighs as she plops down in the passenger seat and fastens her seatbelt
Bette slips in the driver’s seat buckling her seatbelt and starting the car. She reaches behind her to the back seat picking up a box and handing it to Alice
“Here Al…I think you will want this”
Alice takes the box out of her hands setting it in her lap “What’s this?” She says looking at the box curiously before lifting the lid off to reveal the pink pair of fuzzy dice that had hung from the rearview mirror of Myrtle