Anita, groggy and sweaty from a nap, sat up in the front seat of the truck after hearing Vincent's bellowing about stopping in the next town.
She extended her arms out in front of the windshield and then over her head as far as she could before hitting the ceiling. It had been what seemed like ages since they stopped "Finally, I need a shower, and while we're here, you get around to fixing the AC Vince." The AC had always been broken, and everyone had more or less gotten used to not having it, but driving down the interstate in the middle of a desert with nothing but hot air for breeze really makes a person yearn for air conditioning. "Where are we going anyway Mr. executive driver?"