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"Not yet, honey," said the driver, Debra. "Otherwise we wouldn't be going this fast, would we?"
Benny thought about it for a second, and nodded. "Mama says you have a lead foot, don't she?" he grinned.
"Better than a big butt," replied Debra, returning her younger brother's smile. She kicked off her high
heels and floored the accelerator. They were headed to Gary, Indiana for a weekend-long family reunion that began...that
very morning. Normally, Debra wasn't late for anything. But ever since Benny accidentally set the hotel alarm clock
for 4 P.M. instead of 4 A.M., the 8 hour trip from upper Minnesota to this area called "the Dells" and
the anticipation of another 10 hours or so of driving through construction and changing time zones to Indiana did
not make for a relaxing trip--on Debra's behalf. "Do you remember where we're going, Benny?"
"Garyindiana!" he gasped.
"And how's that song go, again?"
"Garyindiana, Garyindiana, Gaaaaaaaaaaryindiana, GAAAAAARYINDIAAAAAANA!" sang Benny, clapping his hands
and crescendoing with every syllable.
Debra laughed and patted her brother on the knee. Benny was 27 but had the mentality of a 10 year old. He'd always
had an acute learning disability, and when their parents died when she was 20 and Benny was 12, Debra was responsible
for taking care of Benny--according to her parents' will.
Which was perfectly all right with Debra. She loved Benny with all her heart. Benny, as far as she was concerned,
was the sweetest guy in the world regardless of his I.Q. Despite the disastrous relationships Debra had been in
with other guys throughout her life, she could always fall back on Benny. He'd always cheer her up with his boyish
grin and hug her with all his might--all 210 pounds of it. At only 5'6", Benny was quite the gorilla to get
a hug from. At the last family reunion he almost crushed poor cousin Larry with his unintentional bounteousness.
Benny was quietly tapping his fingers together and rolling his head from side to side. He wore a blaze orange hunting
jacket underneath of his green-and-brown camouflaged overalls that fit too tightly around his midsection and were
too short for his legs, exposing his stumpy, white legs and his big, brown boots that were tied in a massive tangle
of threadbare laces. On his small head he wore a blue baseball cap with the words "Where the heck is Wall
Drug?" printed in bold letters across the front.
Debra wore a plain, black business dress under a cream-colored jacket. Her job as a stockbroker required many dresses,
slacks, and other assorted business-like clothing, which she didn't mind. Her version of comfort required only
to kick off the high heels and walk around barefoot whenever she got the chance.
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