later, when the sun had gone down, eleanor drove them back to the city in the u-haul truck and turned it in. eleanor then picked up her own car and drove herself back to the new house.
marcia had to go to work the next day. she found herself too tired to work on her memoir, or to think about eleanor and the serial killers and wolves and bears out in the wilderness.
she fell into a deep sleep.
*
marcia walked down an endless mall/highway/subway station.
the center strip had a black and silver checkerboard pattern.
marcia was walking in one direction. everyone else - a considerable stream of people including a lot of male and female - but mostly female - teenagers in school uniform - was walking in the other direction.
most of the stores in the mall/subway looked closed.
despite the safety the crowds provided, marcia could not wait to get through the station and out onto the country road with its overhanging trees.
finally she did. another two or three miles and she would be home.
there was no one else on the country road.
most of the houses she passed had no lights on, and when she left the houses behind, the stars and moon went away and darkness descended.
marcia heard a car coming behind her, and then a faint glow of headlights, and turned.
the car was a gray 1936 rolls royce.
little red riding hood was behind the wheel. the big bad wolf and eleanor roosevelt were in the back seat.
marcia got in the front seat beside little red riding hood.
marcia had known little red riding hood, and also had met the big bad wolf on several occasions and always found him a perfect gentleman.
eleanor roosevelt she did not know so well.
where are we going, marcia asked little red riding hood, to the vineyards?
no, replied little red riding hood, we are going to the beach.
that is all right , said marcia, i have always liked the beach.
it should be pleasantly deserted this time of year, said the big bad wolf from the back seat.
the rolls sped along through the night.
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