adventure out of this,” Nessa said.
Nessa always did look to the bright side of things. I put my hand over hers and smiled. “Thanks. Thanks for always being so darn positive.”
She gave me a crooked grin and grasped my hand. “It’s just you and me Cora.”
Satisfied for the time being, I turned the radio back up and we sang as we drove out of Illinois and briefly through Kentucky before heading into Tennessee. The hours flew by and the time not thinking about all the heavy stuff gave me some semblance of peace. The sky turned from brilliant yellow to tints of gold and orange as the sun melted away and the night began to take hold.
I let out a stifled yawn before turning the radio down once more. “I think we should stop for the night. We didn’t sleep well last night and we can make it the rest of the way tomorrow then.”
Nessa hesitated and then sighed in resignation. “Ok, let’s stop at the next town before Atlanta. We still have to find a dive, unfortunately. It’s just part of the gig I’m afraid.”
“It will give us time to dye and cut our hair. I also managed to get some scissors at the last gas station. It is about time for a new style. Luckily, we both have long hair so it won’t be hard to change it.”
“Ok, help me look for a place and we will stop,” Nessa said.
It took nearly twenty minutes until we found a place run down enough for us to stop at. The Motel sign flashed vacancy and the building was a long strip with about fifteen rooms to it in total. The numbers on the doors were displayed on a diamond overlay. I prayed these at least looked better on the inside than the last one.
“Stay here, I will get the room,” Nessa told me as she stepped out of the mustang.
I nodded then sank down in the passenger seat trying not to draw any attention to myself. I noticed the number on one of the doors had come loose and was hanging sideways. The paint here was peeling as much as the last one and the vacancy sign gave off a buzzing sound. It took her nearly ten minutes and I was starting to worry when she finally came out. It looked like she was holding a key and I let out an exhalation of relief.
“We are good, we just need to move the car to room twelve,” she said turning over the engine and gliding into the spot in front of our room.
Once inside, I took a look around, inspecting our new digs. It wasn’t as bad as the last motel room; this one at least had a clock. The clock read 8:07 and I moved from the room with one king size bed to the bathroom. It was relatively clean if you didn’t look too closely. I reminded myself that the fear of germs was just a phobia and that I was not in any real danger.
Nessa reentered the room with the bag in tow, now slightly fuller due to our gas station purchases. She sat it on the bed and turned to me. “Are you hungry? I got some sandwiches from the last gas station for our dinner. I didn’t want to risk ordering pizza here.”
“Sure, that would be good. Did you have any trouble getting the room?” I inquired.
“Not too much. They wanted my license, but I pretended to be digging in my purse and gave him puppy dog eyes when I couldn’t find it. I pleaded for a room and said I was real tired,” Nessa explained. “He really wanted to get back to his porn in the back room, so it wasn’t a tough sell. I paid and batted my lashes as I thanked him profusely.”
I giggled at that. Nessa’s mind reading was so cool. She definitely had a useful power. We opened our plastic wrapped sandwiches and washed them down with waters. I didn’t realize how hungry I actually was until I finished off the sandwich and went for some M&M’s from our last vending machine raid. Finally content, I lie back on the bed and finally allowed myself to breathe.
Nessa was lying on her side with her arm propping her up next to me before speaking. “Are you ready for makeovers? I want to be the