On The Road Part 2

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Lou was in Montana now after spending a few days going through the Dakotas and Minnesota. She didn't plan on staying here more than a night and 2 days. She wanted to get up into Canada and then into Washington as fast as she could as she wanted to take the most time specifically on the west coast. She made a rash decision to cross the northern border when she realized how easy it was. She had her passport and everything, plus an old contact of hers was living in Vancouver and with the whole Danny thing, her friend might just be able to give her some advice. 

During this trip, she hadn't thought much about Danny or Claude. Her mind was solely on Deb and their future together. Though given today's date, she did expect a text or call about Claude and how he was going to spend at least 5 years 8 months and 12 days in prison. She looked down at her watch, a new one that Deb had got her for right before the trip. While she had an Apple watch, she preferred the high-end timeless watches like Rolex, Audemars Piguet, Chopard, and etc. So while on this trip she opted to wear the new Rolex Submariner 116613 Two Tone Blue Dial. It was already 2 pm, which meant it was 5 pm in New York. She then checked her Apple watch to make sure she hadn't missed any calls. Nothing. What was taking them so long? Lou thought to herself. She was now getting worried that something was wrong. 

When she reached the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument, she sent a text to Tammy. 

Lou-> Tim-Tam: *Hey is everything okay?* It takes much longer than Lou would have liked for a response to come through. 

Tim-Tam-> Lou: *Is this a good time? Harold is about to call you.* Just as she received Tammy's text, a message from Harold came in. 

Not So Little Bro-> Lou: *Hey sis can I call you?* Lou felt her stomach sink. Harry had a fear of making phone calls, and if he was willing to get over that to call her, it must be extremely important. Another ding came in and it was from Rusty. 

Rusty-> Lou: *She knows about Linus.*

"Fucking hell, why must everything go to shit when I'm gone," Lou said aloud. Lou took a deep breath and responded to Tammy first. Why was it that every time she left all hell broke loose. 

Lou-> Tim-Tam: *Yeah, I'm about to call him now.* 

Lou-> Not So Little Bro: *Give me a second, I'll call you in a second.*

Lou-> Rusty: *Let me handle her please?* While Lou was used to handling multiple conversations at once, this set was particularly stressful. Tammy left the message on read and Harry just reacted to her message with a thumbs up which let her know he'd wait for her call. 

Rusty-> Lou: *That's what got us into this mess in the first place. You said you'd handle it and now Rapunzel has locked herself in her tower.* Lou sighed again. She had left messages for Linus but he never replied to any of them. She even went to the dingy night club that he frequented but he was never there. Everything was falling apart around her, but it wasn't even her world that was falling. It was Deb's. Deb's stability was failing and she wasn't there. Again, she was going to be the reason Deb had doubts. She felt like she was at the amusement park and the next stop was going to be the vomit comet. After a few minutes of inhaling the crisp Montana air, she dialed Harold's number. 

"Hey sis, how's Montana?" Harry said with a surprising amount of excitement behind his voice. 

"Uh it's good so far, I just got to the park. It's cold, but it's beautiful and the fresh air is absolutely wonderful right now," Lou said. 

"I'm glad you're having a good time. You definitely needed this trip.." Harry trailed off slightly. 

"What's up bro?" Lou asked trying to cut out all the small talk. Harry paused slightly. He wasn't sure how to start this conversation. How was he suppose to tell her that the man that destroyed her was getting out of jail? How could he tell her that her California may not happen? He couldn't bear to watch that again. Tears began to form in his eyes while his throat closed on itself. 

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