Tricksy had slept in many a car over the course of her career. She"d fought her sisters over seats in their mom"s beat up Chevy when they were kids traveling on the road. The fight was always over the right back passenger seat because the left back passenger seat had a spring loose in the side of the seat.
She"d rock, paper, scissored who would get night driving duty when she and her sisters were a singing trio. She"d hurried onto discount buses, aiming for a seat just a few rows behind the middle where she wouldn"t hear the door opening and closing of the main door with each stop, and she would be far enough away from the bathroom and wouldn"t get a whiff of something unpleasant as she tried to slumber.
Car sleeping had always been a chore. But this ride was the smoothest she"d ever bee
