Seeing Bobby's cabin, well it was more of a shack, was a relief. Even though we had stopped twice my ass felt like it had grown roots into the seat. "That's it." Got out of the car and I breathed in deeply at the smell of fresh air again. Felt like it'd still take another week from being in the smog even though I'd been there less than a day.
Laughed a little when Paul asked what room I wanted as we were taking our stuff in. "This ain't the Ritz or anything close to the rooms we've been stayin' in. There's only one room and the couch is shit. So I say we take turns for the bedroom. Go ahead and flip for it if you want."
Set down the groceries on the drab kitchen counter and plugged in the refrig right away. Started putting in the beer first. That was the priority. After driving all this way with him I needed a drink. Think my grandma could drive faster than he could. And she was dead. Grabbed the first whiskey bottle I found and wiped out a dusty glass and had a sip. There was another glass next to it so I asked, "You want some?"