I slept, mostly. The trip taking longer than usual. Cat scratching holes in the blanket under her crate. Tranquilizers to little effect. Grandma swigging Pepto Bismol and turning up George Jones. Seattle Traffic. My teenage self waking sleepily to this new life.
Hotel hot and stuffy. Summer late, as usual. Voices all night outside. Shadows visible only by the No Vacancy sign. Mom too worried and stressed to sleep. Smoking Virginia Slim after Virginia Slim.
Of the ghosts we left behind, which would meet us here?
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