Chapter Two

 

Trust me. That's what Tom said, and I decided to do just that. I drove home from the coffee shop with the box on the passenger's seat. Yes, I was desperate. I'd spent the last month putting in job applications for every opening I could find. I sent my resumes to businesses that were hiring and even some that weren't. I just needed to work, but it seemed like no one wanted me to work for them. I was starting to think I might be unemployed forever. I've never been picky about where I work. I've done everything from waiting tables to telemarketing to retail. With that job history, it's probably surprising that I have a college degree. There's just something about getting a job that doesn't pay by the hour that scares me. I don't really know what I want to do for the rest of my life yet and finding a nine to five with a salary and a pension seems like a bit too much of a commitment.

Two thousand dollars for taking an all-expenses-paid cross-country trip--that sounded like a good deal to me. When Tom offered to pay for me to get my car checked out and cover the cost of any repairs, I really couldn't say no. My car was a more than twenty years old and it always needed expensive repairs.

**

I sat in the Blue Moon Café waiting for Eve to arrive before I ordered my breakfast. She was often late. I'd eaten many meals in this café. They had an incredible breakfast, the staff was friendly, and the place had a really nice feel--shiny hardwood floors, oak tables, chairs with quilted cushions, and high ceilings with blue fabric draped across them. It was right across the street from my mechanic's shop, so it was a convenient place to sit and wait. Since my car was always in the shop, I'd spent a lot of time in this café. I liked to sit near the window, so I could see the mechanic's shop across the street. As soon as I'd see him pull my car out of the garage I'd know it was time to settle my bill at the café and walk over.

My car was in the shop, getting checked out for the trip while I waited for Eve. Her habitual tardiness put a strain on our friendship.

I flipped through the menu. She still hadn't shown up, so I busied myself looking out the window at the clear, blue, wide-open California sky. When I moved here about ten years ago that's one of the first things I noticed. The sky seemed to take up more space than it did in Florida. Back then I spent so much time painting the sky that many of my clothes had drips of blue on them and my art professors started to wonder if I could even paint anything else.

I saw Eve drive up and park her new, blue VW Beetle almost a foot from the curb in a parking space in front of the café. She sat in the car for a few minutes, I assumed searching for change for the meter, before getting out.

When she finally came inside and sat down across from me at the table all messy hair and patchwork dress, I said, "You're late."

"Come on, Indy. I'm not that late," she said, pulling her curly blonde mane back into a ponytail.

"Twenty minutes, Eve. When you're as hungry as I am twenty minutes is a long time. I almost started chewing on the corner of the table."

Eve laughed. "You could've ordered without me."

"That would've been rude." I opened my menu and scanned the pages. I already knew what I wanted to order, but thought I'd look again to make sure my mind was really made up.

Eve didn't bother looking at her menu. She always ordered the same thing: blue corn pancakes.

Eve and I had met at a poetry reading. I didn't write poetry. I wasn't into that kind of thing. I was just there to support my cousin's first attempt at reading her poetry aloud.

Eve was one of the poets reading that night. She didn't read anything really. Instead, she got up and sang a song that she'd written. The song was awful. It was long and boring, and waffled on and on. Absolute garbage in my opinion, and I think the opinion of most other people in the room, but her voice was amazing--absolutely amazing. I spoke to her briefly after the reading.

The next day, when I went to The Health Hut to buy a bottle of jojoba oil, Eve was the woman behind the counter. I'd thought I recognized her the night before but hadn't made the connection. She was the flaky cashier who always messed up my change. I wondered how she was able to keep her job.

Even though we were exact opposites, we became unlikely friends. Eve is hippie who relies on her monthly psychic reading to make all of the important decisions in life and is so pale she can get sunburned on a cloudy day. She's the spontaneous type who likes to go walking in the rain. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm a bit uptight. I'm also a little conservative. I would go to the doctor before seeking the advice of an energy healer. I'm a deep chocolaty brown and can only recall getting sunburned twice in my life. The first time happened on a skiing trip and the second time was when Eve and I went on a white water rafting trip. She'd offered me sunscreen twice and I'd refused. When you're not used to getting sunburned you just don't think about it. We'd been friends for two years. She still had that cashier job at The Health Hut and still frequented local poetry readings.

 

By the time our food arrived, I'd already told Eve about Tom, the box, and my plan to drive cross-country.

"I can't believe you would agree to do something like that," Eve said, before putting a forkful of pancake in her mouth.

"I really need the money."

Eve nodded. "How do you know it's not drugs?"

"I trust Tom."

"Um." Eve put down her fork and looked out the window.

"So, you don't approve?" I pushed the salmon hash around on my plate. "I guess that means you won't go with me."

"Go with you? I can't believe you're going!"

Through the window I could see the mechanic pull my forest green car out of the garage and park it in the parking lot. "I'm leaving in two days and I was hoping you would come along. I thought it could be fun--a free cross-country trip. It'll be an adventure. You never turn down an adventure, and I don't really want to go alone."

"You'll have to find someone else. I have to work."

**

When I called Koji, it was out of desperation. I knew I would probably regret it. We had a complicated relationship, but everyone else had said no. Koji was my old standby. I didn't want do this drive alone.

"Hello." His voice was gruff when he answered the phone.

"Hey Koji. It's Indira."

"Indy? I didn't realize you still knew my number." I hadn't called him in a while.

"You know the phone works both ways." He hadn't called me in a while either. "I want to ask a favor."

"Of course you do. Why else would you call me?"

"I used to call you all the time," I said.

"Used to."

"I've just been so busy recently."

"Being unemployed will do that. You spend your day sitting on the couch watching soaps and before you know it the clock is striking nine, and you find yourself wondering what happened."

"Koji, I've been very busy looking for a job, and it's not like I can afford to go out and do anything right now."

"Yeah, yeah. So what's the favor?"

I felt embarrassed explaining the situation to him, but he listened to my entire story about Tom and the box and the trip. I explained the package the same way Tom had explained it to me. Koji listened, saying, "Uh-huh," in all the right spots, until I finished my story.

"Well?" I asked.

"I'll go."

"Are you sure?" I asked, shocked.

"Yeah. When are we leaving?"

"The day after tomorrow."

"Time?"

"I don't know. There's no hurry really."

"It's your trip, make up your mind."

"I don't know. Eight?"

"In the morning?"

"Of course not." Neither of us were morning people. I knew Koji didn't usually get up until ten. He'd engineered his life so he would never have to get up early. He worked as a freelance writer and sold random stuff that most people would think of as junk online. Apparently there's a market for used food processor blades and flip clocks from the eighties.

"Why so late?"

"I don't know. I thought if we drive all night we'll miss the traffic."

"I guess that makes sense. Eight sounds good to me. I'll plan our route and see you then."

"Okay." When I hung up the phone, I still couldn't believe it. It was just too easy. Now I had a companion for the trip.