We did just as Meyer said we would. Most of the day was over and night was crashing onto us pretty quickly when we finally made it far enough through traffic to reach our exit. I was exhausted and more relieved than I thought possible when we pulled into the parking lot of a hotel. The place wasn’t as seedy as the last, though it definitely wasn’t the Ritz. Still, it looked like it was a decent motel and even had a pool. I didn’t know if we’d be there long enough to take a dip and I knew I hadn’t packed my bathing suit, but it would be nice if we got some free time to laze about.
I let Meyer check in and stayed in the car as it idled. There were palm trees lined in perfect rows outside of the stucco buildings that peachy color you see in the Southwest, reminding me of the perkier parts of
