Chapter 45
The frost crunches beneath my feet as I get out of the bus, my bag and the two sleeping bags that I bought at the camping place in New York over my shoulder, and I am starting to regret leaving the metal jungle for this remote space with all its snow.
“And you want to sleep under the stars in this weather?” E.J. says almost as if he could hear my thoughts, his teeth chattering on each other.
“Yeah, maybe not such a good idea,” I mutter as the bus pulls away behind us, making the sludge of snow spill over my feet.
“And the bus is gone,” E.J says as he swings his bag over his shoulder and starts walking down the street. “Now there is no way we are getting out of this one horse town until tomorrow.”
“There’s a caravan park just up the road. A resort or something. Maybe we can get like a room,” I answer as I start tracking behind E.J. wishing that it really was the city and that we could hail a cab to take us to where we want to be.