While the truck moved steadily along the highway, I nibbled one of the sandwiches Tomas gave me. He'd made them with turkey, ham, and mustard. No mayo or cheese. Probably because those wouldn't last in the heat. Still, I should eat them before they go bad. I would have one now, and the other later before I went to sleep.
While I sipped slowly on the apple juice I'd procured, the truck started to slow down. I wanted desperately to peek out through the canvas covering the wood, but I didn't dare do that just yet. There might be other vehicles around, and it'd alert them to the fact that there was a stowaway. Then, they might tell Larry and Winnie about me. It would all just spiral from there.
The truck moved slowly through the streets now that it'd left the highway. The sounds from t
