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"Stupid, stupid, stupid! God damn, how can you be so stupid?" Evelyn Dorchester mumbled to herself as she staggered along Burstyn Highway.
That happy, giggly buzz she'd had when she'd clocked in for work that morning was long gone as she trod from Burstyn's Bread toward the trailer she and her step-mother shared. Apparently, someone had ratted her out to Mr. Stevens and he'd terminated her employment within minutes of clocking in for the second shift.
The cold January wind made the trek all the more miserable. It had been Stacie's turn to drive so...
"Stacie! That, I bet it was her told Old Man Stevens!" Evelyn blurted out.
Stacie Carr had made mention of the vodka on Evelyn's breath when Evelyn crawled into the car that very morning. Evelyn was a little surprised; she'd always heard that no one could smell vodka.
And Penny Dorchester was unsympathetic when Evelyn shuffled into the home they shared and told her what had happened. Penny pointed out, if Evelyn had not drank vodka that morning, then Stacie would have had no reason to tattle on her. Penny also pointed out that Mr. Stevens had no choice but to fire her; this was the second time she'd shown up at Burstyn's Bread with alcohol on her breath. A drunk employee was a danger to herself and to her coworkers.
"Jesus, Evie, drunk? First thing in the morning? I, you know what? I put up with that shit from your father. Be damned I'm going put up with it again," Penny screeched.
So, an hour after clocking in for the second morning shift at Burstyn's Bread, Evelyn was unemployed and homeless. The forty seven dollars in her purse would not get her very far; even one night's stay in the local Budget-Stay Motel would drain more than half of that money.
Evelyn aimlessly wandered the streets of Burstyn, Mississippi. She bought herself a good, filling meal at Sidwell's Diner, then cursed herself; that meal had taken fourteen dollars and seventy three cents out of her meager stockpile.
A week into her journey, Evelyn had deduced that she should buy a loaf of Burstyn's Bread and a jar of Pickswill Crunchy Peanut Butter. Two weeks into her journey, Evelyn could not afford the bread and stole a jar of peanut butter.
It never occurred to the pretty nineteen year old blonde to go to Great Gathering Baptist Church and ask for help. It never occurred to her to go to Saint Andrew's Methodist Church and ask for help, even though she'd taken to sleeping behind the Baptist Church, wedged between dumpster and wooden fence to get out of the cold January/February wind.
Cold, hungry, disoriented, Evelyn was stumbling along a faded blacktop road. A battered old Oldsmobile slowed and she looked over, trying to gauge if she should run or not.
"Hey! Um... Evelyn, right?" a male voice called out
"Yeah," Evelyn agreed, trying to peer into the car's interior.
"Hey! It's me. Donnie," the voice called out. "Come on; want a ride?"
"Donnie?" Evelyn mouthed, trying to search her frazzled memory banks for any Donnie she may know.
"Jared's older brother," Donnie Cooper supplied.
"Huh? Oh, oh yeah," Evelyn sneered.
Donnie Cooper had been two grades ahead of them in school. He was the weird guy, the one real into video games, anime, action figures and other stupid things. He was the dork that walked around with 'Kick Me' taped to his back. He said and did strange things around girls; it was rumored he collected panties he'd stolen from clotheslines. Upon graduating, he'd bought five acres of land in Streidel Lake, and put a single wide trailer on his acreage. Rumors floated around about the odd things he did on his land.
"Then Evelyn remembered; she was starving. She had not had a good shower in so long she'd actually lost count of the days. And she was dying for a drink.
"Fine, bitch. Fuck you," Donnie snarled, seeing Evelyn's sneer of recognition.
"Wait! Wait!" Evelyn screamed, lunging for the car.
"What?" Donnie snarled. "Fucking bad enough got stood up on Valentine's Day; got put up with your shitty attitude too?"
"Valentine's... Jesus, who, who gives a fuck about Valentine's Day," Evelyn sobbed out. "I, I'm starving."
"Yeah?" Donnie asked, a leer forming on his face.
Evelyn knew that leer. But she was resigned to the fact; she'd have to put out in order to get some food, a hot shower, some vodka.
"And ain't like you a virgin," she muttered, opening the passenger door of Donnie's car.
"Um. DAMN!" Donnie complained about her smell.
"I uh, yeah, yeah, it, it's been a while," Evelyn agreed.
The trailer was neat and clean. Donnie also kept the land around his home well maintained. Entering, Evelyn let out a sigh of relief; the air was warm.
"First things first," Donnie said, pointing Evelyn toward the hall bathroom.
Rummaging around in her backpack, Evelyn located a reasonably clean pair of panties and a tee shirt and shorts. She peeled her clothes off and stepped into the small shower cubicle.
"Sure the fucking pervert's got a camera in here somewhere," Evelyn muttered to herself as she twisted the tap for a hot shower.
She would have remained under the spray for hours, but the water heater did not last very long. And, she could smell marinara sauce being heated. Hunger drove her to hurry.
"Was afraid you'd died in there," Donnie joked as she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Wanted to," Evelyn agreed.
"So, in honor of it being Valentine's Day," Donnie said, pouring some Nulough's Cherry vodka and Nulough's Chocolate vodka into a glass. He added some store brand cherry cola and dropped three large ice cubes into the glass.
"Enjoy, my funny little Valentine," he quipped, sticking a bendable straw into the glass.
That first burn of alcohol on a severely empty stomach almost caused Evelyn to pass out. By sheer willpower, she managed to stay awake long enough to guzzle the potent drink. Then she polished off the plate of spaghetti and meatballs he set in front of her.
"Know how to play Bourre?" he asked, producing a deck of cards and she drank a second glass of the vodka and cola drink.
"Bourre? Really? You, you got a girl, sitting here in just panties and a tee shirt and you want to play fucking cards?" Evelyn sneered.
"Oh, you'll be out of those clothes soon enough," Donnie smiled.
He was not a handsome young man. His thinning brown hair looked greasy, unwashed. His sallow skin also looked unwashed. His eyes were beady, holding no warmth. A sunken chest and bulging middle completed the package. The video game tee shirt and sweat pants did not help his appearance at all.
"The cards? The cards will determine just how far we'll go," Donnie declared, rapidly shuffling the deck.
"What? Jesus, Donnie, see? See? This is why everyone thinks you're a fucking weirdo," Evelyn spat. "Let's just fuck and get it over with, all right?"
"And what's the fun in that?" Donnie smiled his quirky smile.
