"We, of course, do what we can to subsidize the U.S. Postal Service." Ana smiles at Paul, and starts writing. A quick postcard to Marbell, nothing picturesque - a tractor pulling a gigantic ear of corn:
Hi!
We’re getting there. Stopping thru the Quad Cities. It’s warmer now than when you were here. The leaves haven’t started changing, and the hills you mentioned are still hours away, apparently.
Everything is fine. P is good company (he says hi, too, btw), and we banter all day. But he’s still a complete mystery. He’s so sweet to me, but he doesn’t talk about himself. Maybe he will soon.
More later. Miss you guys!
Love,
Ana
(The corn actually IS this big here - who knew?)
She finds a stamp in the change pouch of her wallet and drops the card in the truckstop mailbox. Paul walks up to her carrying a bottle of diet 7-Up and a now-open package of Bit-o-Honeys. He’s chewing, she shakes her head.
- What? What now?
- Nothing, you’re funny. Such a little boy sometimes. Gotta pee, then I’m ready. You can drive.
She flips him the keys and almost winks.
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