Ringo had noted the time and suggested they try and find a safe place to spend the night. Tammy agreed. If Ringo could drive she would have insisted they carry on. But he couldn’t, and she was exhausted. Three miles down the road they found a place. Birdsong Bed and Breakfast was a well- kept colonial style house with a large lawn and beautiful flower garden. The two had agreed with a nod that this was a good place to seek shelter for the night. Tammy parked on the circle drive in front of the house and the two got out, walking up on the large porch. Tammy rang the bell and a moment later an older man answered, opening the door only slightly. “Help you?” he asked, keeping his right hand behind him. “We’re hoping for a place to spend the night,” Tammy admitted. “We’ve been on the road since early and need to rest.” “We’re closed,”
