Then we packed up and were leaving and I was tense that we'd forget something as we went kind of quickly. We stopped at the gas station and the attendant filled the tank himself from a large cooler-type jug. We spoke of how we'd had full-service here before. (RL: I don't think I've had anyone else pump my gas for 13 years, and that was only when traveling.) I had $17 or so ready but was urging Mike to get a $20 out of my purse because, of course, we had to tip.
Then we were turning left at the light in front of the library in Romeo. (No idea if there was a light there.) I said I just wanted to look at a few things since we'd be passing through. In the back of my mind I was aware of all the graveyards behind us (or to our left once we turned). Not the real main cemetery in Romeo but the ones I have dreamt of for so long they're now more real to me than my past.
We stopped in somewhere, some other kind of hotel, more like a bed and breakfast, because I was feeling like we'd forgotten the digital camera. I couldn't remember if it was packed and shipped or we had it somewhere. We went into a room without permission and I was madly looking up numbers for the Motel 6 because I suddenly realized I forgot my computer there! I couldn't flip the yellow pages fast enough, and there was no listing but I finally found another Motel 6 and thought I'd get the number from them.
It was only 9-something in the morning but I wasn't optimistic. The owners of the hotel came in and were demanding some reimbursement for us using the phone. Somehow they were expecting $400,000. I kept saying how if it was gone I wasn't going to sue because I was moving to California and it would be a pain to do so. They kept saying it wouldn't be. I kept saying no, this is how it is in my family. (RL: It is.) They were really serious about the $400,000. Disgusted, I woke up.
