when you two were asleep. Nothing good on.”
Cindy climbed out of bed, pulling on her clothes. “Did I hear something about food?” she asked.
“Yeah, Kerry wants to make some Kraft Dinner,” Scott said, smiling at her. “You were a little out of control in there.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m bad. The description of that film really got me pumped. Think I can see those films someday?”
“Depends,” Scott said. “I’m afraid the FBI agents are gonna find my storage locker, and if they do, I’ll never get them back.”
“Should we double back there and get them?” she asked. Then she thought for a moment. “Never mind. Stupid. They’ll be watching.”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “We need to head for a place far far away,” Scott said. “Otherwise we’ll get picked up. It’s only a matter of time.”
“What’s
far far
away?” she asked.
“Somewhere I’ve never been active,” Scott said. “Pacific Northwest, for instance. Or Idaho, or Montana, or even Canada.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I can’t go back home, so I’m good with whatever you want to do,” she said. “You really want to eat Kraft Dinner?”
“You have something else in mind?”
“Yeah, I saw the restaurant when we drove in,” she said.
“I don’t know, Cindy. You might have been on TV,” Scott said.
“I wasn’t on the story we saw earlier.”
“We didn’t see all the stories, remember?” Scott said. “We saw it after the story was kinda old.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Cindy asked. “They probably have good burgers. I could eat a horse.”
“Okay, we’ll risk it,” Scott said. “But keep a low profile while we’re in there. No loud talking.”
“I can do that,” Cindy said. “If it’s really as dead at the pool as Kerry was saying, maybe we can hit the spa later.”
“Hmmmm, what would you want to do there?” Scott asked, a nasty grin on his face.
“Never you mind,” she said. “Let’s go eat.”
They changed clothes and headed for the door.
“Where are you going, Scotty?” Kerry asked.
“I’m going to take Cindy over to the restaurant.”
“Oh,” he said. “Can I still have Kraft Dinner?”
“Yes, you go ahead. We’ll be back later. Clean up after yourself, okay?”
“I will, Scotty,” he said.
The couple walked into the night, heading for the lighted buildings at the front of the park.
“Wow, deadsville,” Cindy said. “Wonder why?”
“It’s the middle of the week,” Scott said. “And this place is off the beaten path. Wonder if the restaurant is open?”
“Good question,” Cindy said. Scott held the door open for her. The lights were on, but nobody was around.
“Hello?” Scott called.
“Just a minute,” a woman’s voice said.
“That sounds like the same woman who was running the check-in desk,” Scott whispered.
“Hi, there,” the woman said. “You want something to eat?”
“You’re working the front desk
and
the eatery?” Scott asked, smiling.
“During mid-week, yeah,” she said. “They’re in the same building, so it’s easy enough. Pick which ever table you’d like, and I’ll be with you in a moment. The menus are at the tables.”
“Okay, thanks,” Scott said. He escorted Cindy to a table next to the windows. “How’s this?”
“Perfect,” Cindy said, sitting down. Scott sat down across the table from her, and handed her a menu. She opened it as Scott took one himself.
“Yes! They have burgers,” she said. “That sounds so good.”
“Seriously,” Scott said. “I’m really hungry all of a sudden.”
“I know,” Cindy said. “Hope she’s a good cook.”
Sue walked over to their table. “Anything to drink?”
“Just a diet coke here,” Scott said.
“I’ll take the same,” Cindy said.
“Okay,” she said, turning to leave.
“Wish they had cocktails,” Cindy said. “No matter, though. There
is
some booze in the coach.”
“Really?” Scott said. “I never got a chance
Cindy climbed out of bed, pulling on her clothes. “Did I hear something about food?” she asked.
“Yeah, Kerry wants to make some Kraft Dinner,” Scott said, smiling at her. “You were a little out of control in there.”
“I know,” she said. “I’m bad. The description of that film really got me pumped. Think I can see those films someday?”
“Depends,” Scott said. “I’m afraid the FBI agents are gonna find my storage locker, and if they do, I’ll never get them back.”
“Should we double back there and get them?” she asked. Then she thought for a moment. “Never mind. Stupid. They’ll be watching.”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “We need to head for a place far far away,” Scott said. “Otherwise we’ll get picked up. It’s only a matter of time.”
“What’s
far far
away?” she asked.
“Somewhere I’ve never been active,” Scott said. “Pacific Northwest, for instance. Or Idaho, or Montana, or even Canada.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, I can’t go back home, so I’m good with whatever you want to do,” she said. “You really want to eat Kraft Dinner?”
“You have something else in mind?”
“Yeah, I saw the restaurant when we drove in,” she said.
“I don’t know, Cindy. You might have been on TV,” Scott said.
“I wasn’t on the story we saw earlier.”
“We didn’t see all the stories, remember?” Scott said. “We saw it after the story was kinda old.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Cindy asked. “They probably have good burgers. I could eat a horse.”
“Okay, we’ll risk it,” Scott said. “But keep a low profile while we’re in there. No loud talking.”
“I can do that,” Cindy said. “If it’s really as dead at the pool as Kerry was saying, maybe we can hit the spa later.”
“Hmmmm, what would you want to do there?” Scott asked, a nasty grin on his face.
“Never you mind,” she said. “Let’s go eat.”
They changed clothes and headed for the door.
“Where are you going, Scotty?” Kerry asked.
“I’m going to take Cindy over to the restaurant.”
“Oh,” he said. “Can I still have Kraft Dinner?”
“Yes, you go ahead. We’ll be back later. Clean up after yourself, okay?”
“I will, Scotty,” he said.
The couple walked into the night, heading for the lighted buildings at the front of the park.
“Wow, deadsville,” Cindy said. “Wonder why?”
“It’s the middle of the week,” Scott said. “And this place is off the beaten path. Wonder if the restaurant is open?”
“Good question,” Cindy said. Scott held the door open for her. The lights were on, but nobody was around.
“Hello?” Scott called.
“Just a minute,” a woman’s voice said.
“That sounds like the same woman who was running the check-in desk,” Scott whispered.
“Hi, there,” the woman said. “You want something to eat?”
“You’re working the front desk
and
the eatery?” Scott asked, smiling.
“During mid-week, yeah,” she said. “They’re in the same building, so it’s easy enough. Pick which ever table you’d like, and I’ll be with you in a moment. The menus are at the tables.”
“Okay, thanks,” Scott said. He escorted Cindy to a table next to the windows. “How’s this?”
“Perfect,” Cindy said, sitting down. Scott sat down across the table from her, and handed her a menu. She opened it as Scott took one himself.
“Yes! They have burgers,” she said. “That sounds so good.”
“Seriously,” Scott said. “I’m really hungry all of a sudden.”
“I know,” Cindy said. “Hope she’s a good cook.”
Sue walked over to their table. “Anything to drink?”
“Just a diet coke here,” Scott said.
“I’ll take the same,” Cindy said.
“Okay,” she said, turning to leave.
“Wish they had cocktails,” Cindy said. “No matter, though. There
is
some booze in the coach.”
“Really?” Scott said. “I never got a chance
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