Chapter 5
The next morning Wanda grabs a baseball cap from the backseat of her car and throws it on top of the bun of her flaming red hair before slipping on a pair of sunglasses.
“Gee willikers,” Agatha scoffs in the passenger seat. “You sure have them fooled!” her voice drips with sarcasm.
“I’ll take us back to Westview, but that doesn’t mean I have to speak to anybody,” Wanda switches on the engine and Agatha purses her lips; stroking loose strands of her tousled dark hair.
“I think having us stop for some chicken fajitas sound super fantastic right now,” Agatha hints, pressing her hands on her borrowed dinosaur T-shirt she wore to stop the loud gurgles coming from her stomach.
“Yeah, we didn’t have breakfast yet,” Wanda agrees.
They stopped to the first diner they saw where their waitress served them plates of chicken fajita pitas with cups of fresh coffee and French toast sticks.
Wanda stares sullenly at her homemade dish while Agatha was sucking sour cream and diced tomato juices off her fingers.
“If you’re still bedwetting over that lousy bet I made with Herb,” Agatha groans.
“I wasn’t thinking about that.” Wanda glares up at her.
“What then, pouty-pants?”
“My boys. How they’re doing without me.” Reaching for one of the fluffy breaded toast sticks, she rips it in half and dips one end into a bowl of maple syrup.
“It’s been a long time, Wands. I’m sure they're not ‘boys’ anymore,” Agatha smacks her lips and glances out the window to witness a few tumbleweeds rolling across the sandy dunes from a strong breeze.
“Should be gym-locker smelly teenagers by now!”
“The twins will always be boys to me,” Wanda says sharply. Her green eyes catch a glimpse of something different with Agatha’s hair. The strands of her bangs were silvery white and had stood out from the rest of her other dark roots.
“What did you do to your hair?”
“Come again?”
“Your hair’s changed color, Agatha…” Wanda trails off, finding the new look oddly mesmerizing.