"Five minutes,” says Clyde grandly, like it’s the Pledge of Allegiance. “Five whole minutes!”
Then I hear a muffled sobbing sound. Bonnie must be getting all emotional.
"What is it, Sis?”
"Oh, Daddy,” she squeaks, “what about if when we die, you go to heaven
and I don’t? What’ll happen to us?” She starts to cry.
"Oh, Sis,” says Clyde. And I know that they’re in each other’s arms
"At least we gonna get to go down together. Isn’t that what we always
said we wanted, Sis?”
"I know, but, what if…” Before she can finish, Clyde cuts her off.
"Reckon we’re just gonna have to explain to old Saint Peter that we’re a
package deal. I’m sure we can get him to understand that.”
"Oh, Daddy, I love you! Don’t worry, I ain’t sceered.”
"Bonnie may not be scared, but I am. I’m so scared I’m shaking like a
leaf. So this is how it ends. Shit. Maybe if I had my twelve-string
in my hands, I could pick out a song that would buck me up a little
for when that light gets turned off. Why’d I leave it behind in
that car? Why, because I knew I was about to die in a hail of goddamn
gunfire and I didn’t want it getting all shot up. I wanted someone
else to have it to play songs on even if it was one of Frank Hamer’s
(Excerpt from Friend of the Devil," available on Kindle)