“Thanks for the napkins” I feel shy.

“But it looks like I only have a scratch on the side of my forehead. There’s no need to go to the hospital?”

What I need to do is get out of this town. I knew that if anybody saw her hit me with the car they will go looking for me at hospitals. I just need time to sort this hole thing out.

“Are you sure? I think we should go just to be on the safe side.” I could hear the concern in her voice.

“I’m Bette Porter, you are?” I need to at least know the name.

“Tina Kennard, Look I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay Tina, I’m glad you drive slowly. There’s no need for a hospital.”

“Okay but at least let me drive you home or something.”

Shit, can’t go home right now. I have to wait until the wedding catastrophy blew over.

Maybe She’s take me to the cost. I noticed all the bags and suit cases in the back seat.

“Where are you headed?”

“No where really. To a hotel.” I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it. But it did look like she was on the run. Maybe shes an ex-con. She seems too nice to have been to prison.

“Look I have to go to the coast, I know it’s a drive but”

“Its okay, I’ll drive you, and I can stay at a hotel out there.” She interrupted me.

“I’m talking about San Francisco. So I just need to get to an airport.”

She stayed silent for a little bit.

“That’s where I’m headed.”

I didn’t believe her, but I didn’t want to deal with the airport right now either.

“Ill help you with gas and food if you want to ride together?”

“Okay, but first lets make sure you really are okay?”

I figured she would agree to anything just to get me to the hospital.

“Okay but lets get out of LA first” she agreed.

I hope you knew that it wouldn’t have made a difference if she did or not agree with me. I didn’t want to stay in LA for another second.