Chapter 41

“Good. Then no more Mrs. Simpson this and Mrs. Simpson that, okay?”

“Okay, Grandma, you win,” he said.

“You’re darn tootin’.”

“I’m glad we got that settled,” I said, and chuckled. “Are you guys ready to look for a motel?”

“Why?” Grandma said. “It’s early, and I’m not sleepy. Are you? Besides, if we stop now, what would we do with the evening? I’d sooner keep on going for a bit than sit in a room watching the TV.”

“That’s okay with me. What about you, David?”

“We could probably cover another two hundred miles before bedtime.”

“All right, then, that’s what we’ll do.”

When we were on the road, Grandma said, “I can’t remember the last time I went on a long car trip, but it’s been years.”

“Didn’t you and Grandpa drive me to Jacksonville one year so I could spend the summer with Aunt Laura?”

“I think we did that a couple of times, now that you mention it. Those trips may have been the last times we actually went anywhere outside of Iowa.”