We took Jon's old truck to the pack hospital. Part of me had wanted to take my car but I knew that once we were outside the city, Jon's tired old truck wouldn't seem so out of place. By the time we hit the country roads, Jon's truck was the last thing on my mind. It was winter now. It was cold and a layer of frost was covering the ground this morning. Thankfully, Jon's truck was nice and toasty but just looking at the barren winter land made me feel cold. I had never been a big fan of the cold. Maybe because of my Indian heritage.
Jon drove along the curvy roads. I was still covertly pouting about leaving our little nest. Basically, I wasn't thrilled but didn't want to bother Jon with that. After all, his request to have me checked out wasn't unreasonable. He was concerned which was vali
