”“Yeah,” I said. “Not exactly what you tell some woman – ‘Hey, let’s take a vacation and spend it thinking about people dying... ‘ So ... do it for the person I know who’ll understand. That would be me.”“You’re just saying that, aren’t you?”“Saying what?”She sighed. “How did you know?”“What are you talking about, Lena?”“My high school research paper was on the Civil War, post-Gettysburg.”“Seriously?”“You can read it if you want. I made an ‘A’. You know, your dad used to talk about how you. "NASCAR wouldn't like your driving," she grumbled. "Watch where you're going!"He grinned and turned his attention back to the road as she muttered something under her breath about masochism. The way things were going, she would be taking down her hair and kicking back with him in no time."Where are we going?" she asked, refusing to look out the windshield again, instead studying him like an insect under a microscope."Lunch." He sped up to pass a semi on the right just as the four lane road. ."Jim slowly nodded. "Yeah... Well, we've traveled 110 miles in about two hours..." Yeah..." Cindy moved over to stand close by Jim's side. She reached over and put an arm lightly around his waist.Jim could feel her body shaking, and he knew inside she was battling to avoid hysteria. He realized he felt the same way, as if he were about to go insane. His mind was desperate for some physical explanation. "Is this even possible? There were no exits, on either side, over the last 110 miles..." I. ”Renee piled her plate with potatoes and several sausage patties, while I got more eggs and some patties as well. I also picked up a couple of bananas. After setting down the plate I got two more glasses of cranberry juice.“After this I am going to need to run. Do they have two treadmills in the work out room?”“I don’t know, but we can look. Do you have the right clothes?”“Mick, I don’t have any clothes, remember?”“What about Helen’s stuff?”“Mick, did Helen work out?”“Nope.”“Nuff said.”I looked.