Chapter 55

ARTHUR "Throw it in the back Agnes orders" I look at her waiting for reassurance hoping she had said the words wrong or I had heard the wrong things, "Throw it in the back I do not want to cause a ruckus with the cops at the checkpoint" she yells not allowing down or taking her eyes off the road, "You can't just ask me to throw a kid in the back after all you had told me over there that he's yours and you built him or something I'm sure I heard it wrong if you had told me you owned him" "It's not a he it's a thing" Agnes says as I can heR the frustration in her words, I look to my hand shocked and perplexed, tapping on it slightly I pull it by the arm but everything feels so real too true to be a joke, It has its eyes closed but I had thought he slept off, "You don't believe me ?" Agnes asks, I look to the thing in my hands which seems to look more of an item than a human the more I stare at it, "I built it to know for purposes like this big I ain't got enough time to check it