Mary Jane gulped down a large coffee and hummed as she ate her enormous McDonald’s breakfast sandwich. The sun shone high and sparkled and danced in the shine of her hair as it whipped out the window.

Mary Jane made up her mind right then and there, pieces of rubberized bacon and egg dripping down the front of her dress, and the coffee flowing fast through her veins. South. She was going south.

Mary Jane had always dreamed of the desert. As many people think of such things like France, or pirate adventures as being romantic, Mary Jane thought that way about the desert. Heat, sun, lizards and cactus were all she could possibly dream of at that one time and place, so she turned on the blinker and smoothly guided the old vehicle down the path.

She was free. Cliche like a bird, open and ready to scream. No more of him, no more house, no more damned lawn gnomes clawing at her skirts telling her to stay in one spot, in one life. No, Mary Jane was going to live all nine cat lives and then some.