"You have no idea how dangerous small towns are." Sophie scowled out the window. The exit was marked by a shiny new gas station and a less shiny but still-plastic Larry's Motel. There's nothing to be nervous about, you're just overreacting." She turned off the highway and onto the old road that led into Temptation. Sophie let her head fall back against the seat.
"Bats," she said out loud, and Amy said, "What?" A strand of her dark curly hair blew across her eyes, and she jammed it back into the knot on top of her head with one finger. They'd show up at any minute, like bats, dive-bombing them from out of nowhere.
She was going to a small town to make an unscripted video for a washed-up actress she didn't trust. "Anytime anybody in a movie says, 'What could go wrong?' something goes wrong."Ī green sign that read Temptation ¼ Mile loomed ahead, and Sophie reviewed her situation for the eleventh time that hour. "Don't say that." Sophie sank lower in her seat. "Oh, relax." Amy peered at Sophie over the top of her cat's-eye sunglasses. More riotously happy, southern Ohio landscape. "There's no need to rush." She stared out the window as she twisted the rings on her middle fingers. Maple trees had waved cheerfully in the warm breeze, cotton clouds had bounced across the blue, blue sky, and the late-August sun had blasted everything in sight.Īnd Sophie had felt a chill, courtesy, she was sure, of the sixth sense that had kept generations of Dempseys out of jail most of the time. Half an hour earlier, Sophie's sister Amy had been happily driving too fast down Highway 32, her bright hair ruffling in the wind as she sang "In the Middle of Nowhere" with Dusty Springfield on the tape deck. Sophie Dempsey didn't like Temptation even before the Garveys smashed into her '86 Civic, broke her sister's sunglasses, and confirmed all her worst suspicions about people from small towns who drove beige Cadillacs.
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