Push her off and pack

You gently push her over on the bed. "We have to go. We can fuck later." You finish grabbing clothes, while she sits on the bed quietly. Once you close up the suitcase, she finally seems to come to life. With a resolute look in her eyes, she gazes straight into your eyes, saying, "Daddy has some cash in case of emergency, like World War Three or something." You smile at her and stoop to grab the shotgun and the suitcase. She heads out of her room and into her father's room. You carry the suitcases downstairs.

She comes back with a coffee can and two boxes of shotgun shells. You smile at her resourcefulness as she hands you the boxes. Then she heads into the kitchen; she returns carrying two more coffee cans. One is covered in frost; it must have been in the freezer. You try to remember everything you touched in the house and wipe it down. You don't think your fingerprints are in the system, but you don't want to find out.

The two of you load up the farmer's pickup truck. You find the keys under the sun visor. Once you hit the road, Loretta opens the coffee cans up and counts the money. It's all in tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds. After several long minutes of driving and counting, she announces, "Nearly five thousand dollars. $4,880 to be exact. That'll keep us for a good long while."

The two of you drive off into the night, your lives changed forever. You smile a little sourly to think of what you did to get out of a silly little family reunion.