Heather
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On the first leg of their trip, in Blair Atholl, Heather went to bed one night at the Atholl Inn and couldn’t get up the next day.
“Don’t tell my mom. I’ll be better tomorrow. I just overtired myself.”
Kyle gave Heather her herbal treatments.
“Maybe we could do a little less walking tomorrow?” Heather’s self-disgust settled in her throat like thick mucus. She sipped at the smoothie Kyle made with the blender her mother packed. She’d bent over laughing when she saw it, along with the British BS-1363 outlet adaptor and the voltage convertor her mom bought at, strangely enough, Radio Shack.
She sipped again and glared around their beautiful tartan room. When Heather and Jill had made reservations, they’d opted for quainter accommodations than a generic hotel and had tried for
