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Russell Foley, Sam and Sarah stopped and refueled at the roadhouse. As they stood around the vehicle, Sam looked at the sign on the roadhouse facade. “Heartbreak Hotel,” he mused. “I feel an Elvis song coming on.”
“Do us all a favor and don’t sing,” Foley said.
“I’ve got a great voice,” Sam said indignantly.
“No, you haven’t,” Sarah interjected. “I’ve heard you in the shower. You sing like a chainsaw.”
Foley nudged Sam with a gentle elbow to his ribs. “That’s endorsement enough for me. Don’t sing!”
Sam turned to Sarah and leaned in close. “Thanks very much for the criticism. No more s*x for you, girl,” he said softly.
Sarah laughed. “Yeah, right,” she chuffed. “You can’t help yourself.”
Having refueled the car, they entered the reception area of Heartbreak Hotel and paused just
