Chapter 2“We’re here,” Grandpa Louie crowed as he steered the large RV in between two palm trees framing the park’s main drive.
Paul ran his hand across his face. He’d fallen into an uneasy doze after their last stop, the dull ache in his leg not helped by the roughness of the road under the RV’s tires. He grabbed a water bottle and swished the sour taste out of his mouth. He needed to elevate his foot and get rid of the faint throb in his toes. Either that or take one of the pain pills he’d been avoiding.
A freshly painted sign proudly proclaimed they had reached Holiday Meadows. Paul stared blankly at the sea of campers and RVs parked in tidy rows behind a gated fence, with a larger ring of single and double-wide mobile homes beyond them. Serious old folks central.
Paul swallowed his
