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Lillian rushes out of the hallway restroom, buttoning her pants on the way out. "An old lady is in our car?"

 

 

Tom follows Lillian out of the front door. "Tom, you rushed me off the toilet for nothing! You scared me half to death! Quit being a dick and just go get dinner." Lillian storms back inside and up the stairs as Tom comes outside, looking confused that the old woman was gone from his car. He closes the front door behind him and approaches his car to take a closer look. The doors are locked and all of the seats were empty other than the smelly junk he had thrown on them during the past few weeks. As he unlocks the car and takes a seat in the driver seat he notices that there are tree leaves and sticks on the front passenger seat. He didn't remember putting anything on the seat yesterday that would have left this particular mess but he also didn't know what his wife was up to earlier in the day when she used the car for work and errands. "It is dark outside, I'm trippin'," Tom mumbles, convincing himself, "Fuck it stinks like taint in here! I gotta clean this shit out tomorrow."