We both woke when a generator roared up right behind us. Peeking out the window in a near panic, I saw a news truck and in front of it a lady with big hair and two cameramen. They were already going live, and both Brandon and I needed to pee. I assumed Busted did, too, and Lord knows he wouldn’t be shy about it. Maybe he’d be on national television? Maybe we’d be…neither would be a good idea. If our parents saw us, or if Busted’s owners saw him…there could be trouble. I didn’t want to wake Elvis but I thought I’d better. I really wanted to talk to him.
And I was glad I did but not for why you’d think. As he woke he grunted, farted, and pointed at a cabinet under the seat. “Open that and haul out the pot,” he said. Thus it was we got to pee without going outside. He’d thought of everything
