It's been a couple of days since Lenny's breakdown. We haven't stopped moving either. Now, we're on a bus passing the border of Virginia into North Carolina. I admit that we should be further than we are, but I have been stalling. And Lenny...
Well, Lenny hasn't really complained or pressured me to hurry. Not once. In fact, the woman has barely spoken a full sentence since her meltdown.
That day, after Lenny finally stopped crying, I was riddled with guilt. I have no idea why, but I was. I was trying to figure out what to say or do next when Lenny hopped off of me and announced that we should go.
That was that.
I never got an explanation. An excuse. A reason. Hell, I barely even get a glance from her.
Every motel we've stopped at, Lenny has gotten two beds. Despite my protests and ho
