Max again stopped but this time she had a frown on her face. The address was 682 1/2. "And a half," she said to herself. The half wasn't so odd especially in an urban setting but there wasn't stairs anywhere to lead to another store and the address was at the end of the block as it was. She shrugged dismounted and walked into 682. It was a little grocery store. The shelves were mostly empty and the whole place was dirty but that was normal. She walked up to the counter at the back of the store.
"I'm looking for 682 and a half."
"Go back outside and walk around to the alley." The young woman said not looking up from her prepulse magazine.
"It's so sad they got divorced," Max said looking at the article the girl was reading. It was of Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe. The woman frowned and put the magazine down and glared at Max who was already strutting back towards the entrance.
She wheeled her bike around the corner and to the end of the building. She was surprised to find a whole other world. There was countless booths leading down the block. She frowned a disgusted frown and started to walk down the aisle. She really didn't want to ask every person on the block if they had a pick up for her and she wasn't about to. She went to leave when a woman walked up to her.
"Are you Mrs. Cale?" she asked. In her hands was a box wrapped in gold paper. Max smiled at what the woman had said.
"No but I was sent by Mr. Cale."
"What is your name?" the woman asked.
"Max." she responded knowing it must be a test of some kind.
"Max," the woman said holding out the package. "This is for you." Max's face had a weird smile on it as she took the package. Her fingers itched to open it but a cynical voice in her head said, "Chill out girl it's probably not even for you." That thought was dashed when the woman held out a small piece of the gold wrapping. Max took it and unfolded it. Inside was written "Dinner's ready, Logan." The grin widened on her face and she looked at it a lot longer then the words took to read. It was like the card was calling her home and not just for dinner. She carefully stuffed the box in her bag, taking an extra second to brush her hand over it, and said a quick thanks before running off, her bike in tow.
"I'm looking for 682 and a half."
"Go back outside and walk around to the alley." The young woman said not looking up from her prepulse magazine.
"It's so sad they got divorced," Max said looking at the article the girl was reading. It was of Meg Ryan and Russell Crowe. The woman frowned and put the magazine down and glared at Max who was already strutting back towards the entrance.
She wheeled her bike around the corner and to the end of the building. She was surprised to find a whole other world. There was countless booths leading down the block. She frowned a disgusted frown and started to walk down the aisle. She really didn't want to ask every person on the block if they had a pick up for her and she wasn't about to. She went to leave when a woman walked up to her.
"Are you Mrs. Cale?" she asked. In her hands was a box wrapped in gold paper. Max smiled at what the woman had said.
"No but I was sent by Mr. Cale."
"What is your name?" the woman asked.
"Max." she responded knowing it must be a test of some kind.
"Max," the woman said holding out the package. "This is for you." Max's face had a weird smile on it as she took the package. Her fingers itched to open it but a cynical voice in her head said, "Chill out girl it's probably not even for you." That thought was dashed when the woman held out a small piece of the gold wrapping. Max took it and unfolded it. Inside was written "Dinner's ready, Logan." The grin widened on her face and she looked at it a lot longer then the words took to read. It was like the card was calling her home and not just for dinner. She carefully stuffed the box in her bag, taking an extra second to brush her hand over it, and said a quick thanks before running off, her bike in tow.