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Part Nine: Colorado – Found
She stops at the same dark, greasy, and nameless bar when she passes back through Colorado. She sits down at the bar and taps a fresh pack of cigarettes against the heel of her left hand. It is late afternoon, and the establishment is quiet.
"What can I getcha, Hon," the waitress with the bloodshot almond eyes sidles over. She coughs, then, a wretched smoker's cough, and wipes her hand on her blue jeans.
Sara's eyebrows furrow at the thought of all that bacteria.
"Gin and tonic, please." Perhaps the quinine will help disinfect the situation. She lights a cigarette and takes a long pull.
"Hey," the waitress exclaims, tapping her fingernails and snapping her gum in concentration. After a moment, it dawns on her. "Hey, it's you! How's it going, little gal? Have you found yourself yet?"
Sara thinks back on their conversation. "You were right," she tells her.
The waitress raises an eyebrow at her.
"It was inside me all along."
"What was it you were looking for, Hon?"
Sara takes a long swig of her drink. "That's a good question." A few feasible possibilities run through her mind before she settles on one. "I guess the best answer would be my true self." She chews on her lower lip. "And I remember what I love about life."
The woman grins at her, a wide smile. "Well shit," she says. "That's great, little gal." She takes a draw off of her own cigarette and exhales a moment later. "So what is it you love about life, sweetheart?"
Sara beams at her friend, the first one she made on her trip. "All the possibilities."