"Oh, oh Jesus! Tom, Tom stop!" 

I would've stopped the car in order to figure out what Vivian was gawking at, but you can't exactly do that on a highway.

"Hmm?"

"Tom, There was a white cat tacked to that road sign-- Tom!"

"I'm listening, Viv..." I muttered as I turned down the radio. 

"I think the people here are Satanists." She hissed, furrowing her just plucked eyebrows. "I mean-- their Wendy's still functioned alright, despite the smell, but a dead cat! Out of everything, it had to be a cat! Not a rat or a turtle or a snake--"

She was rambling. I don't think she noticed that she was, but for the majority of the time when she's distressed, she either rambles or is completely silent. Depends on the situation. Like when she found out that I got her pregnant, she was in a frenzy, rambling about how she and I weren't ready to be parents. I guess it kind've helped that it was a miscarriage, but apparently things can grow on to you if they've been living in you for nine months.

"Vivian, calm down. Are you sure that it isn't just Gary's story getting to your head?" I inquired, taking a U turn since I missed the exit.

"I'm pretty sure my mind wouldn't come up with something as crude as that! I mean, maybe every once in a while something half as horrid-- but still! It was a living creature and probably didn't deserve to die."

I sighed and turned up the radio slightly, trying to focus my mind elsewhere than this supposed dead, white cat tacked to a road sign, but it wouldn't help that my mind wanted more details.

"Just out of curiosity..." I began, using my elbow to hold the steering wheel in place as I changed the radio station. "Are you sure it was completely white and not some sort of calico?"

"Mhm." She said, her bun flopping on top off her head as she nodded.

"And are you sure it was dead?.." 

Vivian paused to think when a horrified expression crossed her face. 

"I'm sure as hell that it was! It's guts were spilling out and everything... I could only imagine if it were still alive..." She said, mumbling the last part.

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A/N Since its 6:16 and I need breakfast, I'm gonna stop the story here for now.