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Judy glanced at her son as she wheeled the heavy car along the stretch of highway. It was after noon and they’d had lunch about fifteen miles back. There were still over a hundred miles to go. She had picked him up where he had been staying with her ex-husband three hours ago. As usual, there had been an argument between her and her ex. This time, thank God, it had been mild.
On each side of the highway, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but desert — sand, sage brush, yucca and Joshua trees. It was desolate country, hot and dry.
But it suited Judy.
No one bothered her. She lived alone in a fifty-year-old house with her son, Johnny, when he wasn’t staying with his father. He stayed with his father two weeks each year, and usually there was an argument between Judy and her son when it was time for him to go. Johnny didn’t want to visit with his father, he wanted to stay home with her. Judy was not the one forcing him to go, it was the courts and her ex-husband.
Make me do it, please!
Force me! Tell me to do what you would like!
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