Midnight

Chapter 41

Author's Note: FOR SCHOOL I HAVE TO WRITE A LAB REPORT ABOUT PIGEONS. PIGEONS. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?! But obviously instead of writing about pigeons I am updating Midnight. 

Chapter Forty One

I say about every curse word under my breath as I run. Aaron is running right beside me. I motion my head in the direction of a small diner. He nods in reply and we run toward the place. Aaron and I catch our breaths when we open the door. Making sure no one is watching us, we run to the bathroom. I lock the door. Aaron takes my bag and dumps it over the sink. All the money and making comes pouring out. So much money. If we weren’t running from the police at this very moment, I would just sit her and count all that money. But we don’t have time. Aaron ignores the money as his hands scramble to find the makeup remover wipes. He finds them and rips the package open. He pulls a few wipes out and then tosses the rest of the package to me. I do the same. I join Aaron in front of the mirror and forcefully wipe the makeup from my face. You can see the age fading away from or faces gradually. Within five minutes, everything is off our faces. I quickly grab the money and stuff it into the bag. I take one last look in the mirror to make sure I no longer look like a grandma. Aaron does the same. I grip the door knob and we both casually exit the bathroom.

“Would you two like a table?” a woman says. Startle by her sudden voice, I take a few seconds to realize what she is asking. She is wearing a t-shirt with what I assume is the diner’s logo on it. She is holding two menus in her hand. Uh oh. We can’t just leave without looking suspicious…

“Yes. A table for two please?” Aaron says quickly.

“Right this way” The waiter replies. She brings us to a small table with a pair of plates and water glasses across from each other, already ready for us. After Aaron and I are seated, the lady hands us over the menus. I pretend to skim through it and she walks away. I look up to Aaron, but he is deeply interested in the menu. Leave it up to him and his teenage boy metabolism to be running away from the police and take time to choose just the right dish.

My eyes wander around the diner. On the walls, I see old posters and painting. Above the small bar, there are a few t-shirts pinned up. They look like the one the waiter was wearing. There are also some the say “Trinidad and Tobago”. Suddenly, I have an idea. I call the waiter over.

“Excuse me?” I say in her direction. She walked over to us.

“Yes Miss?” She replies.

“I’d like to purchase one of those shirts.” I say. Aaron finally looks up from his menu, deep from thought of wondering what he should eat, and gives me a questioning look. I give him a “wait you’ll see what I’m doing” look.

“I’m sorry, but those aren’t for sale.” The waiter answers me.

“I’ll pay $100 for two of them.” I say to her. So shocked by the offer, her jaw drops and he eyes look like they are going to fall out of their sockets at any moment.

“100…100…dollars? Which ones would you like?” The waitress asks me.

Aaron gives me a glare. Oops. Now we really seem like we just robbed a bank, handing out money like that.

“Well, you see, my parents used to have two of those shirts. They died in a tragic plane crash with those shirts packed in their luggage. It would mean so much to me if I could have those shirts to remember them. I’d like the blue and white ones, please.” I attempt to fix appearing as if we just stole a whole load of money.

The waitress nods and goes to get the t-shirts. I sneakily look into the bag for a 100 dollar bill. I pull one out from its rubber band-wrapped stack. I place it on the edge of the table. She comes back with the shirts and grabs the bill. There is a short awkward silence.

“Well…um…are you two ready to order?” She questions us.

“YES.” Aaron says quickly with much enthusiasm. I give a small chuckle.