Chapter Thirty Six

"Do you see something out there?"

"Not yet," Justine stated. "I suppose we were by ourselves for the time being, but that really doesn't mean we should remain any longer than was necessary; the earlier we go back on the road, the better our possibilities of coming across a suitable spot to spend the evening."

"What exactly are you beginning to think?"

"How about a white picket-fenced-in residence, a holiday inn, and whatever else creates a formidable roadblock separating us from the external people? We'll take it in turns trying to maintain defense, as customary, have quite a relatively brief breakfast, and then hit the interstate again. We expect to be in Clinton during the day tomorrow, however, if the temperature rises, we may be required to add an extra day of journeys. I'm not sure whether our resources will be capable of sustaining it."

"Don't worry, Justine. We'll be okay. We are always."

He cast a peek at me. "I sincerely hope that you're right."

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