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Hmmm. I wonder if they
would be open to tying him to the luggage racks on top of one of the
vans? WHAT? You
got a better idea?
    I pass my idea on to
Will and he's looking at me kinda funny.
    "What? You got
a better idea?" I ask.
    "Well, no, but
DAMN! That's harsh. Do you think my sister or his old lady,"
(meaning his fiance), "will go for it?"
    "If they love
those kids they better!" I tell him.
    "You're right.
I'll call them now"
    "Umm, maybe
this is something you should talk to them in person about?"
    "Yeah.
Probably." He sighs.

Chapter 9
    We are now on the
interstate, heading towards Springfield. It's dark and there are few
cars moving and no cars abandoned. Everyone is starting to relax a
little. Everyone is exhausted. It's almost 11 o'clock and I’m
pretty sure we are all missing our beds by now.
    Suddenly,
I hear the sound of a package being opened. I turn and look in the
back and see Bo with a bag in one hand and a handful of chips heading
towards his mouth with the other. Ashton has his whole upper body in
the trash bag searching for a goody all his own. I realize then just
how hungry I am and surely Will must be too, considering he worked
all day and his last meal, lunch, was at ten o'clock this morning. I
ask Will if he thinks it's safe to stop long enough to feed everyone
and check on Wes. (Plus, I gotta PEE! Yeah, I went there. Look, we
aren’t in some damn movie where toilets are only to stand on
and hide .) Anyway, he
says he thinks it'll be ok so I call everyone to let them know the
plan.
    We take the off ramp
that leads to the town his brother lives in and pull onto the wide
shoulder that semis use regularly, usually for quick naps. We all
take a long hard look around and decide it's safe to get out of our
vehicles. I call everyone over to our van and start pulling out the
ham, cheese, and bread. Mom and I put the sandwiches together and
pass them out while dad starts organizing his van. He and my husband
are both anal about organized and clean vehicles.
    I finish handing out
sandwiches to all but Will's nephew, Will's sister, and Will himself.
I look around and find Will talking to his sister down the ramp
behind us. I can't hear what's being said, although I can guess, but
I can definitely see how upset she is. Finally, she wraps her arms
around her brother's waist and sobs, but nods her head in defeat. I
watch them walk back towards us for a couple seconds, then turn back
to the van and pull out the medical supplies Will got from the
school. Taking out a roll of gauze, disinfectant, and tape I fall in
behind Will and his sister as they walk past.
    Reaching
the car where Will's nephew is still sitting, looking bad, I hand the
supplies to Kim who then hands the stuff to Will. I look around and
wonder where Wes's fiance, Peg, is. Why wasn't she here with him?
Taking care of him. Being his fiance ?
I finally see her sitting on the slope from the shoulder to the field
below. Her back to us, to him .
Her damn cell phone against her ear and.... laughing !
I never did like that bitch. Nope. Never. And who the hell's she
talking to and laughing with? What the hell is there to laugh about ?
    My
attention is brought back to the car when a cry of pain breaks
through the night. I take in Wes's flushed face, head dripping with
sweat, his entire body shaking. I can't see the bite since Will had
already begun covering it, but I can see
all the blood soaking through the bandage faster than Will can wrap
it. I will admit it, I wish my husband wasn’t anywhere near
Wes. If that makes me sound like a heartless bitch, so be it. But if
his nephew does turn,
Will is definitely on the menu.
    Will crouches down
in front of Wes so that they are eye to eye.....damn, Will! Would you
like me to slap a couple pieces of bread on each side of your head
for him? Jesus! He's telling Wes what we had discussed earlier, him
being tied to the top of one of the vans, and why. I expected a "hell
no!" or "are you freakin' nuts?' or "kiss my