but, I'm all turned around." The woman's cheeks turned rosey. She turned her upper body slightly and vomited into a lunch sack. She neatly wiped her mouth with a tightly folded napkin. "I get car sick," she re-blushed.
"You came on a horse." Another woman said.
"Oh. Did I?" She looked out the window. "Where is it?"
A cellphone rang. Hands searched self's pockets. Opened it and closed it. Rang again. Hands answered and hung it up. Hands handed it off. It rang again. Guy said, "I'm shy." Woman handed it to a younger guy. Guy answered it without saying anything and just listened. Hung it up. "Who is it?"
"Just breathing."
"With kind of a wheeze."
"Someone's going to have to explain this."
"Which this?"
"I'm a writer. I might be able to help."
"I was but I got ghosted."
"Not that I know what the means."
"Me either."
"I do but I can't tell you."
"You'd have to kill us?" A woman pulled a gun from a pocket, started pointing it at people. Take a seat.
"Okay," A known-director-type put his hands up and thrust his pelvis at the woman with the gun. "Wallet's in my pocket."
"I'm not sitting down just because she said to," another guy said.
"Yeah, she's kinda short. I think we can take her out."
"Yeah, but I've got the gun."
"Can I use it?"
"On herself of course."
The man with the hands up and pelvis thrusted wiggled his leg to shuffle his foot forward. "Don't come any closer," the woman said. "Did it move?" People looked at each other. "Did my foot move?"
After a full ten seconds of silence someone stood up and moved closer to the man but didn't touch him. Ran a fabric-coated wrist up and down the legs of the man. "It's beeping near the pocket," he told a little tape recorder.
"Explains the hospital gowns."
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