I countered with 9:00 P.M., and even though she drove a hard bargain, we finally settled on 10:00.“Ten it is,” she said, all business. “And don’t tell Jean. She’ll talk you out of it.”That’s how I wound up, at 9:56 on a Saturday night, sneaking out the back door of my bedroom like a naughty teena...
No, I did not do all fifteen hours without stopping—and yes, I stayed in the same motel where Jake and I had stayed on the drive out, coincidentally, in the exact same room we’d had before. And, yes: I felt so alone against the contrast of those memories that I could barely sleep. At bedtime, I l...