Was I doing the right thing? After all, I was responsible for another person now, not just myself. I don’t think anything in my nursing classes had prepared me for this.
Sandy said, “Let’s get off the road. Take a left at this exit, and then left again. I know someone who has a small cabin there. He used to have horses, too, so there should be a barn. If it’s there, we’ll get some sleep, decide what to do, see if we can raise anyone. He used to be a ham, too, you know, ham radio, that kind of thing. We’ll pretend we’re married for the night.” Here she laughed, deep, and like a man would. Almost a guffaw. “You can make your own damn sandwich, and I’ll fart.” Then she continued laughing so hard I realized I wasn’t the only one traumatized into temporary (one hopes) insanity. When she lapsed
