1. Allison
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ALLISON
"Last stop Whiskey Run."
The announcement over the speaker on the bus has me looking around at the empty rows behind me. I am the only person left. I’m definitely not a mastermind when it comes to trying to get away without being noticed. Most people go to big cities when they don't want to be found, yet here I am arriving at probably the smallest town in Tennessee. It's not really my fault, though, and I know I should be a little bit gentler with myself. The last couple of days have been pure hell, so of course I’m not going to be completely on my game.
When I bought the ticket, I gave them almost every dollar bill I had and told them to take me as far as I could get. Little did I know that almost a hundred dollars would only get me two hours away from home. Left without a choice, I stand up and pull the strap of my purse across my body. I don’t have a lot of options yet, and I need to make the best of it.
I thank the driver and climb down the steps of the bus. There's a big sign in front of me, Whiskey Run, home of Blaze Whiskey.
Damn, I could definitely use a drink about now. I look to the right, and there's not much in that direction, but when I look to the left, it seems to lead me to the middle of town. I take off walking, ignoring the pain in my feet from my high heels. When I left my house today, I had no idea that I’d basically be running for my life.
As I get into town, I notice a bar and a sign that says Whiskey Whistler . The open sign is off, but I try my chances and pull on the doors, but they don’t budge. After a quick look at my watch, I figure, of course, it's not going to be open at 10 in the morning, especially in small town, USA.
I walk past the bar and come up to a restaurant with a sign that says Red's Diner . Looking in the big windows, I see that there are a few people at the tables while a woman with long red hair walks between them, talking and laughing. Just looking at her brings a smile to my face. She looks friendly and has a contagious smile. If nothing else, I can grab a bite to eat with the change in my purse and try to come up with a plan. Hopefully, one that doesn’t have me sleeping outdoors.
I pull open the front door and walk in. The woman with the red hair instantly greets me and points me to a corner booth.
I go over and sit down, opening my purse to see what change I have. After a quick count, I see that I have roughly $4. I look at the menu and decide I should probably stick with a cup of coffee or something with sustenance, but when I see the advertisement for the apple Blaze cake, I know I can't pass it up.
"Hi, I'm Violet," the waitress says.
I smile up at her. "Hi, I'm Allison," I say and shake my head. Maybe I should have stuck with a fake name. Oh well, too late now.
"What can I get you to eat?" she asks.
I point at the cake on the menu. "I'd like that."
She laughs and takes the menu that I hand her. "It's going to be one of those days, huh?"
I nod in agreement. "Definitely one of those days."
"It'll be right out." She almost skips away from me over behind the counter. I take a look around at the other people sitting down at tables, and they’re all watching me even if they’re trying to act like they’re not. I’m sure they’re trying to figure out what the outsider is doing here in their town.
As Violet approaches, I take my eyes off the other people and look down at the table. Violet sets the cake down and then takes a seat in the booth across from me. "So are you new in town?"
I nod as I take the first bite. "Mm, this is good. Yes, I guess you can say that."
She tilts her head to the side and watches me. “It’s good, isn’t it?”
I let out another little moan. “Yes, it’s soo good.”
She laughs and grabs on to her waist. “Yep, that’s probably the reason that I can’t lose any weight, but it’s too good to pass up.”
I take another bite and then another. I’m making a pig of myself, but I don’t care. “Yeah, I understand that. But honestly, if I have to choose between being skinny or eating this cake, the cake would win every time.”
She laughs. “Well, I'm Violet, and my husband and I own this diner. Welcome to Whiskey Run."
I answer her as I take the last bite and chase it with a sip of water. "Thank you. I don't think I'll be here long, but it seems like a nice town."
She nods, and we sit and chat for a few minutes. She talks about the town, and when she finds out that I volunteer at a library back home, she talks about her library here in Whiskey Run. My guard is let down, and it's then that she asks me, "So what about your husband? Will he be joining you too?" It's then that I realize that she's looking at the wedding ring on my finger.
My thoughts go to the last couple of days and how he died. I look over at the entrance of the café, wondering if whoever is after me is going to catch up with me here. I’m horrible at this. I eat a piece of cake and lose all sense of self-preservation. I’m fair game here in front of the big bay windows.
Lost in thought, I don’t even realize I’ve said it until Violet gasps. "My husband is dead." When her eyes widen, and she stares at me, speechless, I start to cry. I haven't shed a tear since the day I found him in the living room of our home. But now in front of this stranger, I lose it. Violet gets up, her eyes wide on her face, and comes around to sit next to me. She wraps her arms around me, and I lose it even more. I can only imagine how I’ll be the talk of the town by nightfall.
"I'm so sorry, Allison. I had no idea. I wasn't even thinking. He must have been a really good man."
I pull myself together, lifting the napkin away from the silverware and wipe my eyes and nose. I shake my head side to side with a laugh. "No, he really wasn't. He was a horrible man."
I know she doesn’t understand, not someone like her. I was drawn to this diner because of the love shining from her face. No, she wouldn’t know what it’s like to be married to someone like my husband.
I search her face, and I don't know why I do it—I don’t know why I trust her—but I tell her everything. I tell her about how my husband was a congressman in our state’s capital. I tell her how he’s nothing like the image he portrayed on television or in the polls. I go on and on, letting it all out, knowing that I’m overwhelming her, but I just can’t stop. "He was murdered, and whoever did it, I think they’re after me now."
Violet raises her head and looks around the restaurant and out into the street through the big windows. Her voice is calm when all I feel is chaos.
"Have you called the police and told them?"
I shake my head. "No. You see, I'm the one that found my husband, and I'm a suspect."
I know that I've said too much. "Violet, I probably need to go. I need to pay you and go on my way."
I reach for my purse, ready to dig out my change, but stop when she grabs both of my hands. “I know people that will help us.”
I grab on to her hand and plead with her. "Please. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore. I need to figure this out. If I can just lie low ..."
Violet interrupts me and pats my hand soothingly. "I'm not going to call the police on you if that’s what you think. But there’s a reason you came in here today. Obviously, after everything you’ve told me, you trust me, Allison, and I'm not going to betray that trust. So now that you've had cake, why don't we get some real food into you? I always think that food helps you think better."
I grab on to the edge of my purse, ready to run. "No, I need to go. I need to move on."
Violet blocks me from scooting out of the booth. "Now see, I can't just let you walk out of here. I'll worry about you forever. I have friends, friends that I know can help us. Can you trust me to call them? I promise that they can help you."
I search her face and try to come up with another plan, but I draw a blank. I know I am a mess, but I don't have a lot of options. I look at Violet, and she seems so sincere as she stares back at me. She's obviously truly worried for me.
"Okay. Okay, if you know someone that might help, I’d appreciate it."
She pulls me in for a hug, and I hold on to her. "It's going to be okay," she tells me.
I lean my head on her shoulder. I hope she's right.