We went cheap used car shopping there in Anchorage. Well, going car shopping in Anchorage implies both used and cheap. It was hard on all of us. I felt as if we were a recent widow suddenly out dating. But we needed a car.
Considering there were five of us now, it seemed necessary to buy a van, but soon after counting money we saw that a sedan would better fit all our bank accounts In the third car lot, we found a suitable SUV. It was beat up, rusted and a green that looked like Neil had just puked on it. Emma wrinkled her nose as if that green stunk as much as it looked it would. ”But it’s… gross,” she said.
I shrugged. “We’re just needing transportation. It’ll do the job.”
“I could try to paint it,” Amber offered. ”We could put a pineapple on it like before.”
Virginia shook her head. “This thing doesn’t deserve the Pineapple.”
“How about mangoes?” When we all looked at her with silent questions, she just shrugged and blushed. ”Just an idea.”
“we have to name it something,” Neil said, “don’t we?”
Virginia clapped her hands. “I got it! Bertha.”
We bought Bertha and spent the night in Anchorage. Early the next morning, we gathered round her to decide seating.
“Well, there are five seats so technically we could each get our own seat,” I said. “But the backseat will be a bit cramped.”
“I guess seats are a new thing,” Amber said. ”we didn’t have that in the Pineapple.”
“I’ll sit in the trunk,” Neil offered, “with the luggage. It’ll give me space to play my guitar.”
“Are you sure?” Virginia asked. ”There is a seat left for you.”
“Well considering the thing lacks any kind of working radio, it’s probably best I play.”
We all nodded in agreement.
“Alright then,” I said, and unlocked the trunk. “Well, Neil, hop on -“
The trunk door raised, unveiling a sight that stopped me talking and almost made me scream. Laying on top of our luggage, slowly waking in the morning light, was a man.