Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15

Posted on November 23, 2009 by Terry Taylor
Sail Cat Road, the sequel to No Good End, continues below. It is being posted tweet-by-tweet daily on Twitter (http://twitter.com/ttaylordude). I will post each chapter here (in chronological order). Thank you for your time.
Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15
The food smelled smoky and greasy. Freshly mopped tile glistened under the booths. No one in the café looked at each other.
Jolene had left Mama Jean’s strip joint in Dr. Barrow’s trunk. The deputies waved at him as he drove past them. He nodded and kept driving.
Ten miles down the road he had pulled over and unlocked the trunk to let her out. He drove to a café off I-10 on the Texas Louisiana border.
They had said nothing the entire way. Four cars and three trucks surrounded the small building that had once been a private home.
An ancient waitress seated them in the back. Dr. Barrow studied the thick menu. “This is quite a large selection for a place this size.”
Jolene ordered a ham sandwich. He ordered baked potato soup with a salad. The waitress smacked her false teeth. “Right up,” she said.
“Rough exit back there, but you don’t look any worse than you did earlier,” he said. “So what went down?”
“Two guys came in with guns and an attitude,” she said. “I took both away from them. Now they’re just funeral home customers.”
Dr. Barrow rubbed the table with the palm of his hands and did not look up. “In life, people tend to get what they come for.”
“Thank you for this,” said Jolene. “You can let me off somewhere ahead. I’ll thumb a ride. You don’t have to involve yourself.”
He smiled like a doctor who had seen suffering and tried to fix it. “I’m involved now, like it or not.” Jolene watched the windows.
Besides, hitchhiking is a dangerous sport,” said Dr. Barrow. “Especially for young women.”
Jolene slowly turned her eyes to his and smiled. “That’s what I hear,” she said. “But I’m the most dangerous part.”
“I won’t argue with you. You are a fighter. Still, I’ll take you to Lafayette,” said Dr. Barrow. “I have a sister there. Her name is Shewl.”
Jolene talked through chewing her sandwich. “First or last name?” she said.
“First name,” said Dr. Barrow. “Last name is Gantt.”
Jolene took in the implication and waited for more explanation before asking the obvious question. “Gantt? Who’s her husband?”
“Your grandpaw’s brother, Gerald,” said Dr. Barrow. “I’m your great uncle. Jimmy called me and told me to watch out for you. So I am.”
“My god, what many damned people am I kin to?” said Jolene. “Don’t tell me the guys who beat me up back there are my cousins.”
“No.” He didn’t say any more. He paid the bill. They left. Neither of them talked for 40 miles. He let it sink in. She flossed her teeth.
Finally Dr. Barrow tapped on the steering wheel and looked at Jolene. Her face was so familiar. Her nose and eyes. Her
“You look a lot like Shewl when she was younger. She was a beautiful woman. And she had similar problems until Gerald showed up.”
They drove east. The air was filled with bugs dying against the windshield. Jolene’s head was filled with thoughts dying against reality.
Sail Cat Road, the sequel to No Good End, continues below. It is being posted tweet-by-tweet daily on Twitter (http://twitter.com/ttaylordude). I will post each chapter here (in chronological order). Thank you for your time.
Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15
The food smelled smoky and greasy. Freshly mopped tile glistened under the booths. No one in the café looked at each other.
Jolene had left Mama Jean’s strip joint in Dr. Barrow’s trunk. The deputies waved at him as he drove past them. He nodded and kept driving.
Ten miles down the road he had pulled over and unlocked the trunk to let her out. He drove to a café off I-10 on the Texas Louisiana border.
They had said nothing the entire way. Four cars and three trucks surrounded the small building that had once been a private home.
An ancient waitress seated them in the back. Dr. Barrow studied the thick menu. “This is quite a large selection for a place this size.”
Jolene ordered a ham sandwich. He ordered baked potato soup with a salad. The waitress smacked her false teeth. “Right up,” she said.
“Rough exit back there, but you don’t look any worse than you did earlier,” he said. “So what went down?”
“Two guys came in with guns and an attitude,” she said. “I took both away from them. Now they’re just funeral home customers.”
Dr. Barrow rubbed the table with the palm of his hands and did not look up. “In life, people tend to get what they come for.”
“Thank you for this,” said Jolene. “You can let me off somewhere ahead. I’ll thumb a ride. You don’t have to involve yourself.”
He smiled like a doctor who had seen suffering and tried to fix it. “I’m involved now, like it or not.” Jolene watched the windows.
Besides, hitchhiking is a dangerous sport,” said Dr. Barrow. “Especially for young women.”
Jolene slowly turned her eyes to his and smiled. “That’s what I hear,” she said. “But I’m the most dangerous part.”
“I won’t argue with you. You are a fighter. Still, I’ll take you to Lafayette,” said Dr. Barrow. “I have a sister there. Her name is Shewl.”
Jolene talked through chewing her sandwich. “First or last name?” she said.
“First name,” said Dr. Barrow. “Last name is Gantt.”
Jolene took in the implication and waited for more explanation before asking the obvious question. “Gantt? Who’s her husband?”
“Your grandpaw’s brother, Gerald,” said Dr. Barrow. “I’m your great uncle. Jimmy called me and told me to watch out for you. So I am.”
“My god, what many damned people am I kin to?” said Jolene. “Don’t tell me the guys who beat me up back there are my cousins.”
“No.” He didn’t say any more. He paid the bill. They left. Neither of them talked for 40 miles. He let it sink in. She flossed her teeth.
Finally Dr. Barrow tapped on the steering wheel and looked at Jolene. Her face was so familiar. Her nose and eyes. Her
“You look a lot like Shewl when she was younger. She was a beautiful woman. And she had similar problems until Gerald showed up.”
They drove east. The air was filled with bugs dying against the windshield. Jolene’s head was filled with thoughts dying against reality.

Subject: Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15Sail Cat Road, the sequel to No Good End, continues below. It is being posted tweet-by-tweet daily on Twitter (http://twitter.com/ttaylordude). I will post each chapter here (in chronological order). Thank you for your time.Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15The food smelled smoky and greasy. Freshly mopped tile glistened under the booths. No one in the café looked at each other.Jolene had left Mama Jean’s strip joint in Dr. Barrow’s trunk. The deputies waved at him as he drove past them. He nodded and kept driving.Ten miles down the road he had pulled over and unlocked the trunk to let her out. He drove to a café off I-10 on the Texas Louisiana border.They had said nothing the entire way. Four cars and three trucks surrounded the small building that had once been a private home.An ancient waitress seated them in the back. Dr. Barrow studied the thick menu. “This is quite a large selection for a place this size.”Jolene ordered a ham sandwich. He ordered baked potato soup with a salad. The waitress smacked her false teeth. “Right up,” she said.“Rough exit back there, but you don’t look any worse than you did earlier,” he said. “So what went down?”“Two guys came in with guns and an attitude,” she said. “I took both away from them. Now they’re just funeral home customers.”Dr. Barrow rubbed the table with the palm of his hands and did not look up. “In life, people tend to get what they come for.”“Thank you for this,” said Jolene. “You can let me off somewhere ahead. I’ll thumb a ride. You don’t have to involve yourself.”He smiled like a doctor who had seen suffering and tried to fix it. “I’m involved now, like it or not.” Jolene watched the windows.Besides, hitchhiking is a dangerous sport,” said Dr. Barrow. “Especially for young women.”Jolene slowly turned her eyes to his and smiled. “That’s what I hear,” she said. “But I’m the most dangerous part.”“I won’t argue with you. You are a fighter. Still, I’ll take you to Lafayette,” said Dr. Barrow. “I have a sister there. Her name is Shewl.”Jolene talked through chewing her sandwich. “First or last name?” she said.“First name,” said Dr. Barrow. “Last name is Gantt.”Jolene took in the implication and waited for more explanation before asking the obvious question. “Gantt? Who’s her husband?”“Your grandpaw’s brother, Gerald,” said Dr. Barrow. “I’m your great uncle. Jimmy called me and told me to watch out for you. So I am.”“My god, what many damned people am I kin to?” said Jolene. “Don’t tell me the guys who beat me up back there are my cousins.”“No.” He didn’t say any more. He paid the bill. They left. Neither of them talked for 40 miles. He let it sink in. She flossed her teeth.Finally Dr. Barrow tapped on the steering wheel and looked at Jolene. Her face was so familiar. Her nose and eyes. Her“You look a lot like Shewl when she was younger. She was a beautiful woman. And she had similar problems until Gerald showed up.”They drove east. The air was filled with bugs dying against the windshield. Jolene’s head was filled with thoughts dying against reality.Sail Cat Road, the sequel to No Good End, continues below. It is being posted tweet-by-tweet daily on Twitter (http://twitter.com/ttaylordude). I will post each chapter here (in chronological order). Thank you for your time.
Sail Cat Road, Chapter 15
The food smelled smoky and greasy. Freshly mopped tile glistened under the booths. No one in the café looked at each other.
Jolene had left Mama Jean’s strip joint in Dr. Barrow’s trunk. The deputies waved at him as he drove past them. He nodded and kept driving.
Ten miles down the road he had pulled over and unlocked the trunk to let her out. He drove to a café off I-10 on the Texas Louisiana border.
They had said nothing the entire way. Four cars and three trucks surrounded the small building that had once been a private home.
An ancient waitress seated them in the back. Dr. Barrow studied the thick menu. “This is quite a large selection for a place this size.”
Jolene ordered a ham sandwich. He ordered baked potato soup with a salad. The waitress smacked her false teeth. “Right up,” she said.
“Rough exit back there, but you don’t look any worse than you did earlier,” he said. “So what went down?”
“Two guys came in with guns and an attitude,” she said. “I took both away from them. Now they’re just funeral home customers.”
Dr. Barrow rubbed the table with the palm of his hands and did not look up. “In life, people tend to get what they come for.”
“Thank you for this,” said Jolene. “You can let me off somewhere ahead. I’ll thumb a ride. You don’t have to involve yourself.”
He smiled like a doctor who had seen suffering and tried to fix it. “I’m involved now, like it or not.” Jolene watched the windows.
Besides, hitchhiking is a dangerous sport,” said Dr. Barrow. “Especially for young women.”
Jolene slowly turned her eyes to his and smiled. “That’s what I hear,” she said. “But I’m the most dangerous part.”
“I won’t argue with you. You are a fighter. Still, I’ll take you to Lafayette,” said Dr. Barrow. “I have a sister there. Her name is Shewl.”
Jolene talked through chewing her sandwich. “First or last name?” she said.
“First name,” said Dr. Barrow. “Last name is Gantt.”
Jolene took in the implication and waited for more explanation before asking the obvious question. “Gantt? Who’s her husband?”
“Your grandpaw’s brother, Gerald,” said Dr. Barrow. “I’m your great uncle. Jimmy called me and told me to watch out for you. So I am.”
“My god, what many damned people am I kin to?” said Jolene. “Don’t tell me the guys who beat me up back there are my cousins.”
“No.” He didn’t say any more. He paid the bill. They left. Neither of them talked for 40 miles. He let it sink in. She flossed her teeth.
Finally Dr. Barrow tapped on the steering wheel and looked at Jolene. Her face was so familiar. Her nose and eyes. Her
“You look a lot like Shewl when she was younger. She was a beautiful woman. And she had similar problems until Gerald showed up.”
They drove east. The air was filled with bugs dying against the windshield. Jolene’s head was filled with thoughts dying against reality.

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