Chapter Fifteen
After we loaded our supplies onto the bus, we settled in and began eating some of the food we’d taken from the diner.
“This is comfy,” agreed Mary as she plopped down next to me. The leather seats were indeed cushy and there was plenty of room to relax.
“Yes, this is very nice,” I agreed, stuffing a dill pickle potato chip in my mouth.
“Well, we have enough gas to get us to the next couple of towns,” said Billie from the front of the bus. He’d taken off his high heels and was now studying a road map while rubbing his feet. “So keep your eyes open for a service station.”
“You sure you know how to drive this rig, purdy little lady?” asked Henry, who was sitting in the seat directly in front of me.
Billie smiled and lifted his blond wig, “Yes, Henry,” he replied in a muc
