desert gorge

chapter seven

No matter what the stupid nurse 'Felipe' said, Liz did not have a concussion nor did she have a sprained ankle. No way.

Okay, her ankle did hurt a little when she stepped wrong and one time she'd passed out from the pain of her head throbbing but that doesn't make the man right. In fact, she's so healthy that the hospital discharged her earlier than necessary and even told her she didn't have to come back.

Sike. She just climbed out the window and escaped by herself.

Without a working car, she was left with two modes of transportation: calling her pedophile uncle who lived halfway from Flagstaff to Desert Gorge, or hiring an Uber and paying a lot more than she should have. Liz stepped into the car and never even wondered why it was more appealing to spend $200 for a three hour drive than to ride with an uncle who would look down her shirt every chance he got. Nasty old fucker.

Stepping into the enveloping dry heat of the Gorge almost sucked the life right back out of her, and Liz nearly debated going back to the hospital and sleeping for another three days. No, she thought, I have to find Aspen. The accident had already thrown her off course by too much, and she'd been so close to finding out what that weird note meant before being forced into attending the ren faire. Really, this whole thing was Julio's fault in the first place.

Maybe she should tell him what was going on. It wasn't very fair of her to leave her own twin out of the loop, and eventually he'd find out one way or another. As she drifted off to sleep in her bed that night, Liz came up with a plan.

          1. Tell Julio about issue

          2. Make plan with Julio

          3. Carry out plan

          4. Find Aspen

          5. Buy a new wardrobe

The fifth step was not necessarily the most important part, but she needed to remember it somehow. Come on, to do lists are terrible excuses of a planning device and you know it.

Now to find a way to get Julio in on the plan.