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Another hour later, I got back to the car. Jill was alone in the front, masturbating to the blare of the radio. Jack was nowhere in sight. She'd locked him in the trunk, for his own protection, she said. She said he'd been threatening to hurl himself beneath the tires of a speeding fuel truck, and I'd told her to guard him, so he was in the truck, learning to control himself in stressful situations. It was a struggle, but I managed to pack Jill into the trunk with him. I let them out when we got to the gas station, only a few miles down the road, and I had to admit they seemed more subdued than before. Jack had set up house, after a fashion, burrowed down amidst the luggage and trash. Jill was trying to set herself on fire. These were not my kids, I reminded myself. Any day now, they could stop being any of my responsibility, so that it wouldn't matter that I'd let her lock her brother in the trunk or that I'd locked her in the trunk as punishment. If we ran out of gas again, I told them, lock me in there until I calm down. Traffic was heavy. I let Jill drive.
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