Chapter 19
“Almost free,” he commented.
“Yes,” I said, and sighed. I leaned back in the seat and relaxed.
“Feeling a bit better?”
“Yes, actually—thanks.”
“Why are you thanking me?”
“Don’t be silly,” I said. “You know.”
“I really don’t.”
I laughed. He wanted to be told.
“Alright,” I said. “Your presence, your support—your—love—if I can say that—”
I looked at him. He appeared to consider, and finally said, “You can.”
“Well, they—they’re like a life-line. I don’t know if I put that well.”
“It’s okay,” he said, squeezing my hand. “I got the message. We’re going to be approaching one of those rest-stop gas station things soon.”
“How are we on gas?”
“I want to fill up some of the canisters in the back.”
“Good.”
“You think your mom will be alive?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. She’s pretty tough.”
Rick was silent.
“What?” I said. He seemed to be thinking about something.
“Well, I mean, it’s always stressful right?”