Chapter Eleven
The big day had arrived. Thelonious dressed for the occasion in a white long-sleeved shirt and navy-blue trousers. Although he considered adding a necktie to his ensemble or even a jacket, he quickly dismissed the idea. It seemed unlikely the male attendees at a religious revival meeting being held inside a tent would bother with ties and jackets, especially in this heat. Thelonious stood on his motel bed to check his reflection in the mirror above the dresser. He looked like a furry Mormon. All he needed was a stack of religious pamphlets.
No sooner had Thelonious joined the main road than he found himself stuck behind a slow-moving cavalcade of Harley Davidson motorcycles. They were probably heading to a biker rally, which would explain why so many were out and about on
