“Hey, Mmama.” Rick sat up, the blankets falling away from his chest as he rubbed one eye with the heel of his hand. “Rough night?”
I nodded. “Do you think it’s too early to go?”
“What time is it?” He looked at his watch and back at me. Five fifteen in the morning?”
I nodded. “I’m not sure it’s safe here. Plus, if we hurry, we can get through Kansas City before rush hour. That should make everyone happy.”
Rick released a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. “I guess so,” he said. “Tell ya what. Go into the camper and make sure everyone is positioned safely so that they won’t fall if we hit a bump. If you’d bring me a Pepsi, I’d appreciate it. I’ll take Roscoe for a potty walk and then put him in the truck. Then we can load up the Harley and get underway.”
“Pepsi in the morning?”
“I’m pretty tired
