Keep Going

“I’d rather go a bit further and try to find a hotel. Let me know when you get service again.”

“I’ll keep trying.”

You drive by the retreat and continue looking for a place to stay.

Twenty minutes later Carrie exclaims. “I’ve got service! There’s a hotel about five miles from here!”

You drive a bit further and you see it. The hotel is nothing to look at, but it seems safe. You park and enter and ring the bell. A sleepy looking older gentlemen comes out. You book a room for a decent rate.

There’s no elevator so you walk up the stairs. As you reach the top, you see a room several doors down open up. Two soccer mom type women step out. Their bright red lipstick glints in the moonlight. Carrie looks at it longingly.

The room is outdated, but clean. Too tired for sex, you and Carrie crash and are quickly asleep.

Morning comes and you drive away. You spend the next two days driving and The Company is thousands of miles away. Still it feels too close.

The small city you have chosen for your new home is as average as can be. Your new apartment is spacious and reasonable. You roll out of bed and into the kitchen. Carrie is perusing the help wanted adds.

“What kind of job do you think I should try for, Nick?”