17 Allie and Kylie
“Something’s wrong,” whispered Kylie.
Allie yawned and stretched her arms. “What do you mean?”
“Nobody up front has talked or said anything for the last couple of hours. It’s so quiet... it’s eerie.”
They were still in the sleeper compartment, which was separated from the truck’s cab by a curtain. Allie crawled over to the curtain and peeked around it.
“Justice is sleeping in the middle,” she said, lying back down. “The other two guys aren’t really saying a word to each other,” she said to Kylie.
“It’s kind of weird, isn’t it?”
Allie shrugged. “I don’t know, guys don’t usually have as much to say as we do.”
“Hello, ladies,” said Dwayne, sticking his head through the curtain. “Have a good rest?”
“Yes,” they answered in unison.
He smiled. “Good. We’ll be stopping
