Middle of Nowhere, Lumberton, Mississippi | Thursday Afternoon
There wasn’t anything in Lumberton, Mississippi. Fine, there was a mechanic who said he could fix their car maybe by tomorrow evening. Apparently they only kept parts for trucks in stock - and the Honda Civic that Dimitri had decided was appropriate was definitely not a truck. It also got such a side eye from the mechanic, that Rose wondered if he was seriously going to refuse to work on the stupid thing.
There was so little in Lumberton, Mississippi that nearly everyone who heard Dimitri talk did a double take and then turned to ask Rose to translate. Apparently a Russian accent was just as incomprehensible as actual Russian to some people. She was really, really looking forward to getting out of this slightly creepy town and to New Orleans. OF COURSE the car would break down like an hour away from where they were going.
Once it got late enough, she could check in with Lissa and see how things were going there, but since she wasn’t the one who could walk in people’s dreams, she was just going to be sitting here bored as fuck until something happened.
There was so little in Lumberton, Mississippi that nearly everyone who heard Dimitri talk did a double take and then turned to ask Rose to translate. Apparently a Russian accent was just as incomprehensible as actual Russian to some people. She was really, really looking forward to getting out of this slightly creepy town and to New Orleans. OF COURSE the car would break down like an hour away from where they were going.
Once it got late enough, she could check in with Lissa and see how things were going there, but since she wasn’t the one who could walk in people’s dreams, she was just going to be sitting here bored as fuck until something happened.