Sarah McMillan knew that in order to reap the benefits of the magical feedback loop between herself and her underwear, she would need to lay low for at least a few hours. But she also knew that the anger she had inherited would not allow her to stay still for long. So she chose to do the exact opposite of staying still, while keeping herself away from everyone else.
She clutched the stone as she approached her little pink Miata. "I wish I had all of the skills and reflexes of a Formula One driver."
A satisfied smirk joined her as she gracefully entered the car and headed straight for the highway.
When she got pulled over for speeding, she looked straight at the officer as he approached and wished that he was so infatuated with her that he wouldn't be able to put pen to paper.
When her low fuel light came on, she simply wished her tank was full.
When she got pulled over a second time, she looked straight at the officer as she approached and wished that she was so infatuated with her that she wouldn't be able to put pen to paper.
When the radio started playing "90's classics," she wished it into a Taylor Swift-only station.
And when she was two hours out of town, she exited the highway, parked in a Jamba Juice parking lot, wished herself a smoothie instead of leaving the car, and took her time sipping it as plans formed in her head.
She'd be back in Lake Point around when school let out. That would be enough time.
