Rick gets his spare tire on and is taken away from his work when Jennifer’s sing song voice comes from the side door. She is not a rocker but she managed to find a half-way cool t-shirt to wear. It’s not in english and has grainy face on a TV screen with neon pink and green writing in kanji, could be for a skateboard company. Rick wipes up his face with a shop rag and smiles. She runs to him, kissing him with her hands around his neck, twirling him around and dropping several wrenches and quarts of dirty oil from the work bench. Mr Talbot peeks his scowling face around the corner, squinting to see what all the ruckus is. Seeing Jennifer, he smiles and waves then slams the door to his office.
The concert tonight is a full thrash metal extravaganza, Death, Obituary, Exodus, Bathory, Kreator and D.R.I. As the clouds turn ugly they spin out of the parking lot to take Mr Talbot to the Airport. He is too busy squinting at his notes with a magnifying glass to comment on the loud music or burnouts Rick is making as he takes turns and starts from stop lights like an asshole with a death wish. Helping Mr Talbot with his suit cases, Rick pretends to listen to a list of grievances and special instructions.
Instead of following Professor Talbots instructions about getting to the mansion before dark and promptly mailing the relic. Rick blows it off for later and goes to the concert instead. It was amazing but Jennifer didn’t seem like she was really enjoying her self. Rick tried to introduce her to his friends and their girlfriends but she wasn’t into it. Just nodding blankly and smiling. Eventually she wandered off to sit by her self in a corner.
Rick felt bad so he pulled up stakes and left early. It was just before midnight and before the last 2 main acts went on. But keeping her happy was important to him. He kept thinking if it would be too sleazy to ask her to spend the night with him. She smiled and said she told her mom she wasn’t coming home tonight and was with her best friends at a sleep over.
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All Rick can think about is getting Jennifer would of her cute outfit, but first he had to take care of Mr Talbots errand. The mansion was at the edge of town in the woods. Rumors are it was built on the site of a pioneer massacre where 70 Indian families had been cornered by a lake and killed. That wasn’t an odd story, you could say the same about any where in America. The fact was, there was a colonial cemetary on the grounds but the mansion proper was behind it.
The road to the mansion was rough and unpaved, full of violent potholes and puddles of rain. Just their luck one of the pot holes was so deep it had become part of a seasonal stream crossing the driveway. The car wouldn’t move no matter how much he gunned the engine. More and more rain came down, black in front of the large moon. Thunder clouds and lightning showed no signs of stopping.
The way she smiled at him, he wanted more than any thing to spend the night right here in the car. But she reminded him, he gave his word and now the mask wouldn’t be mailed in time to make the midnight pick up. It was Friday so as long as they made the afternoon mail Saturday afternoon, there was still a chance it would be there by Mr Talbots lecture. Rick wondered why Mr Talbot didn’t take the relic with him. Screwing up his weekend and important date.
Pushing the car out of the mud and growing stream undermining the gravel drive way wasn’t an option. They would have to run to the house and call for a tow. Beside them in the blackness of the forrest, sounds of running and branches breaking were loud enough to cut through the wind and rain. Jennifer thinks she heard howling but thats not uncommon here in the wild country north of town. No packs of wolves would be so hungry they would chase them down. He hoped.