We’d have to turn back and find a different route to our destination, or better still, find a hotel for the night. XXX It took several weeks, and several aborted attempts, but eventually I was pleased with the result. We hurried inside to find people queuing at a desk. Eventually, we had an evening meal in the bar again and went back to our room. Her mood swung between joy and sadness as she sorted through her things and came across stuff that reminded her of either good times or bad. As I stood in front of her, she put her hands on my thighs. My car wasn’t big enough, and neither was Mom’s place. She was clean-shaven. The road was open for us to resume our journey. I let Mom know our ETA, but we made better time than we anticipated.
