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to protest more, Whitney came jogging behind, gasping for breath.
“It’s great to see you. I didn’t think you were going to come back for us,” Whitney managed to say.
“That black eye does help. You’ll be able to fit in a little better than ‘the Royal.’ ” Andrew looked toward Whitney while he spoke. “I’ll let your friend fill you in on the rules.”
Mia was upset. She didn’t enjoy her new nickname.
“So what’s the plan?” Whitney seemed to have renewed energy.
“Right now, we walk,” Andrew said as he turned and started to walk along the road. “When the sun is too high, we will move into the fields and find a place to rest for the day, then at night we will walk some more.”
“How come she gets to ask questions?” Mia was confused.
“Manager’s daughter, you may ask me questions because you are not annoying and manipulative,” Andrew said. “But don’t abuse the privilege.”
“It’s Whitney,” Mia said. She thought Andrew was showing off; he knew their names.
Whitney nodded at Andrew’s instructions and the three began their walk. The gap between Andrew and the girls was always about ten feet. They could not keep up with his long strides. After some time Mia finally broke the silence.
“Ask him why he ditched the car,” Mia said.
Mia expected Whitney to protest and not waste her questions, but Whitney nodded her head.
“Why did you get rid of the car?” Whitney had to yell to get him to hear.
“Because.”
“Why are you helping us?” Whitney asked.
Mia was surprised to hear her inquiry. She was just as interested to hear the answer.
“Because,” he answered again.
Whitney gave Mia a smirk, a sign of approval; Mia smiled back and winked. It was nice that Whitney was starting to understand her plan of action.
But both girls’ expressions darkened as they looked forward at the long road ahead. Mia realized how tired she was. At this point in time she didn’t care about his answer; she was just happy to have him as a guide.
The sun was now visible in the sky and the cornfields surrounding the highway were bathed in gold and greens. Andrew pointed ahead and to the left, to a small patch of trees that stood in between rows of corn. He began walking through the stalks and the girls followed. They had to move fast in order to keep up. A snake slithered through the rows and Whitney screamed, but Andrew’s pace didn’t falter. Mia wanted to reach out and hold on to his shirt; the corn was taller than he was and if she lost him in here she would be alone forever. She was overjoyed when they reached the greenery.
“Now we rest.” Andrew reached into his bag and pulled out some water, taking a little sip; he handed the bottle to the girls. “Try to conserve, don’t drink too much.”
“How long are we stopping for?” Whitney wiped sweat from her forehead.
“Till sundown. It’s too dangerous to travel during the day. You’ll get sick from the sun.”
Dropping her bag, Mia sat in the shade. She wanted to protest the long break. She didn’t think they were far enough from home and had assumed they would “hitch a ride” from someone in a car like Andrew told her parents earlier. But before she could form the words of her argument, the rhythmic sounds of the birds chirping lulled her into a deep sleep.
Chapter 13
You are the protector and guardian of our free nation. Your passion and precision in defeating the enemy will result in a free lifestyle, uncorrupted by the despair that plagues other nations. Through your service, you make your country great.
—The Boy’s Guide to Service
D ust and gravel filled the air as Grant turned down the long driveway toward the Morrissey house. He hated how dirty his rental car got every time he drove it here. He also hated driving such a lowbrow car. He owned so many superior vehicles. Cars were one of his many indulgences.
Unfortunately, the rental company offered slim pickings in this pit, and Grant was stuck
“It’s great to see you. I didn’t think you were going to come back for us,” Whitney managed to say.
“That black eye does help. You’ll be able to fit in a little better than ‘the Royal.’ ” Andrew looked toward Whitney while he spoke. “I’ll let your friend fill you in on the rules.”
Mia was upset. She didn’t enjoy her new nickname.
“So what’s the plan?” Whitney seemed to have renewed energy.
“Right now, we walk,” Andrew said as he turned and started to walk along the road. “When the sun is too high, we will move into the fields and find a place to rest for the day, then at night we will walk some more.”
“How come she gets to ask questions?” Mia was confused.
“Manager’s daughter, you may ask me questions because you are not annoying and manipulative,” Andrew said. “But don’t abuse the privilege.”
“It’s Whitney,” Mia said. She thought Andrew was showing off; he knew their names.
Whitney nodded at Andrew’s instructions and the three began their walk. The gap between Andrew and the girls was always about ten feet. They could not keep up with his long strides. After some time Mia finally broke the silence.
“Ask him why he ditched the car,” Mia said.
Mia expected Whitney to protest and not waste her questions, but Whitney nodded her head.
“Why did you get rid of the car?” Whitney had to yell to get him to hear.
“Because.”
“Why are you helping us?” Whitney asked.
Mia was surprised to hear her inquiry. She was just as interested to hear the answer.
“Because,” he answered again.
Whitney gave Mia a smirk, a sign of approval; Mia smiled back and winked. It was nice that Whitney was starting to understand her plan of action.
But both girls’ expressions darkened as they looked forward at the long road ahead. Mia realized how tired she was. At this point in time she didn’t care about his answer; she was just happy to have him as a guide.
The sun was now visible in the sky and the cornfields surrounding the highway were bathed in gold and greens. Andrew pointed ahead and to the left, to a small patch of trees that stood in between rows of corn. He began walking through the stalks and the girls followed. They had to move fast in order to keep up. A snake slithered through the rows and Whitney screamed, but Andrew’s pace didn’t falter. Mia wanted to reach out and hold on to his shirt; the corn was taller than he was and if she lost him in here she would be alone forever. She was overjoyed when they reached the greenery.
“Now we rest.” Andrew reached into his bag and pulled out some water, taking a little sip; he handed the bottle to the girls. “Try to conserve, don’t drink too much.”
“How long are we stopping for?” Whitney wiped sweat from her forehead.
“Till sundown. It’s too dangerous to travel during the day. You’ll get sick from the sun.”
Dropping her bag, Mia sat in the shade. She wanted to protest the long break. She didn’t think they were far enough from home and had assumed they would “hitch a ride” from someone in a car like Andrew told her parents earlier. But before she could form the words of her argument, the rhythmic sounds of the birds chirping lulled her into a deep sleep.
Chapter 13
You are the protector and guardian of our free nation. Your passion and precision in defeating the enemy will result in a free lifestyle, uncorrupted by the despair that plagues other nations. Through your service, you make your country great.
—The Boy’s Guide to Service
D ust and gravel filled the air as Grant turned down the long driveway toward the Morrissey house. He hated how dirty his rental car got every time he drove it here. He also hated driving such a lowbrow car. He owned so many superior vehicles. Cars were one of his many indulgences.
Unfortunately, the rental company offered slim pickings in this pit, and Grant was stuck
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