October 21, 2013 – Sawyer suggested that we slip into Mom’s van and give it a good once-over for any clues we might have left behind from our moonshine run. We were just too tired to check things over after we got home. I told Sawyer that I would do it, and take the fall if Mom found me, but she insisted that we act together as a team. Mom is going out tonight, so we had to act fast. The car was unlocked, so we didn’t have to worry about that dreadful beeping sound made by the remote. The front seat and dash were spotless. No trace of us being there existed. We climbed up and over the seats to get to the back well where the milk jugs filled with white lightning had been. This too, looked clean. We were about to work our way back to the front door, when Sawyer stepped on the empty plastic bottle marked with triple X’s. “Good thing we backtracked!” she said, letting out a sigh of relief. I didn’t have a chance to answer. The sound of gravel giving way to hurried footsteps interrupted my thoughts. A second later and the remote beeped attempting to unlock an already unlocked door. “What do we do?!” Sawyer whispered. “Get down!” I hushed pulling us both into the well. A key glided into the ignition and the engine roared to life. We were moving. Sawyer and I shared a worried glance as the van pulled away from its resting spot in the driveway. At one point, the car rattled over a pothole, and the two of us bounced into the air. Sawyer’s eyes were as wide as moon pies, but neither of us made a sound. The car slowed down eventually and then it stopped altogether. We heard Mom’s voice address another female from the driver’s window. They were laughing over something getting stuck in what’s called a “chute”. It sounded like a vacuum to me. Then, we heard the female tell Mom that she had $100 coming back to her. Sawyer and I both mouthed the word, “bank” to each other. That got me thinking. Maybe the flock should open a bank account rather than use the floorboard safe in our coop. I made a mental note to bring it up with the gang when we got home. Thankfully, this was not a grocery shopping day, or our goose, as the saying goes, would have been cooked. Abysmal adage that is. As it turned out, Mom’s short trip to the bank was her only errand this afternoon. As soon as she went back inside the house, Sawyer and I grabbed the empty container and tossed it in our neighbor’s recycling bin. (No sense stirring up trouble with it appearing in our own trash.) To our good fortune, Mom didn’t even glance at the fuel tank or she would have seen how much we used on our adventure. I should ask Tim if there is any more homemade gasoline and fill that tank for her.
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