Chapter 10
The road was mostly open. It was late, 3 a.m. I had cracked open a window despite the chillness of the night air. Having a chain-smoker in the car was not easy. I had curled a bit in my seat to doze off. The radio was blasting loud teen-angry music.
“If you wanna pee or something tell me, don’t be shy. It’s a long way ahead, I’m driving slow.”
“Nai, why not? Let’s stop at the next freeway station.”
I dozed off. Zoe poked me. I looked around and it was bright. The station’s lights acted like a siren to all the sleepy/hungry/freezing drivers.
The toiled was exactly like I expected it to be. Three words: not clean enough.
We sat at the cafeteria and bought something to snack on.
“Do I smell patsa?” I asked and curled my nose.
“Nai, its on the special menu. That trucker guy
