“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Mom asks as we wheel our suitcases down the sidewalk.
“What else are we going to do? I don’t want to keep driving. I need a shower and sleep.”
“I guess,” Mom agrees.
I keep quiet because I know damn well that I will hardly be able to sleep a wink sharing a bed with Mom and Daddy.
Of course, we have to stop at the small town that’s having a huge rodeo and where all the hotels and motels are full. We were lucky to find a room at all.
“At least it’s a king bed,” Daddy says as he unlocks the door.
“And they have a hot tub,” I reminded him.
He grunts as if that doesn’t mean anything.
“Did you bring a swimsuit?” Mom asks.
“No, but I can wear a bra and panties. It covers the same parts.”
“Totally different connotation,” Mom says.
I shrug as we all
