"The next small town I drive into I am staying the night! My butt and my one leg is a sleep. Should have my head examined for being alone on this damn trip! But then I could not endanger another person. Darn how many miles has it been since I left the last big town heading north. Seems like days instead of hours. At least the roads are decent to travel on," she thought. When her father had told her she was born on the dark of the moon moving to the waxing moon of the dark moon on an eclipse. She laughed then needed to know what it all meant. Her father had told her she was capable of thinking first then action. She was a warrior type. "Oh sure warrior what am I doing running not fighting. Father would say I was smart enough to run to fight another day. And he had said she was a survivor!" Knowing you can't win where you're at then you move to a place you can. Laughing we are to make good mothers, great lovers and intelligent. Her father had nearly named her Sliver because that was what the moon was when she was born.
