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The only reason she could think of that he wouldn’t have wanted her to know where he was and what he was doing was because he was having an affair.
Well, if that was the case, she didn’t need him to tell her. She’d been down that road before, and there were always three telltale signs. If he started coming home late (YES!), lying about his whereabouts (YES!) and bringing her guilt gifts (NO!), then she’d know he was up to no good.
It was well past eight o’clock when she heard him pulling into the driveway. A few minutes later, the door opened and there stood her husband holding a large bouquet of gorgeous flowers and a box of assorted chocolate candy. He apologized as he handed her the guilt gifts ( NO! YES!). “Sorry I’m so late. The day got away from me.”
Lydia sold a couple of family antiques to Mike Ellis to raise money for the road trip. He gave her a generous price for the pieces, for which she was grateful. He didn’t ask any questions, for which she was also grateful. She bought a road atlas and tentatively mapped out their route based on places they wanted to visit en route to South Dakota, such as Graceland and Mall of America. She went to the store and bought plenty of provisions. They needed Carolina Kit fixings, along with the usual provisions needed for any road trip.
Julia and Sonya arrived bearing gifts and luggage. They were going to spend the night at Lydia’s house so they could get an early start the next morning.
“Holy crap,” Julia said when she saw their transportation. Lydia had told them about the camper, but they were not prepared for the sheer size of it.
“Where’d you get this palace on wheels? From an Arab Sheik in Abu Dhabi?”
Sonya quipped when she saw the gigantic recreational vehicle.
“Funny you should mention that. I’ll tell you why in a minute. But first, guess who works at RV World?”
“Who?” Sonya asked.
“Derek Duane. You can thank him for talking me into upgrading to the deluxe model. He gave me a great deal and said we’d be glad it was so spacious after we’d spent a few days on the road. Do you remember him from high school? He was a big jock and kind of a jerk, but so good-looking. All sleek and lean and muscular. Do you remember that thick, black wavy hair? Every girl over the age of fourteen just wanted to run their hands through it.
“Me too! I had such a crush on him,” Sonya exclaimed.
Julia remained silent, biting her lower lip.
“You wouldn’t admit that if you could see him now. He still has that killer smile, but he also has a receding hairline and a beer gut. He got married and they had two kids. He said they divorced last year, but that he has joint custody. Anyway, he was very helpful, gave me a lot of good advice and some fun trivia. According to Derek Duane, the largest camper ever built was for Sheik Hamad Bin Hamdan Al Nahyan of the United Arab Emirates.
It’s a five-story vehicle, measuring 66 feet in length, 39 feet wide, and 39 feet tall. It weighs 120 tons and has eight bedrooms and eight bathrooms, as well as four garages and water storage for up to 6,340 gallons. Can you imagine?”
“Wouldn’t that be a spectacular sight chugging up Highway 17? Our very own portable Arabian palace. Maybe we should spruce up this camper by painting our portraits on the side with ‘Carolina Girls Forever’ or maybe ‘Carolina Girls Gone Wild’ underneath our smiling faces. Can you imagine the reactions from other motorists,” Julia giggled.
“I wouldn’t put my face or name on this camper if you paid me. I don’t want to be recognized by irate tourists who will have to slow down to a crawl behind this tin beast. That is, if we don’t run them off the road or squash them first. I bet we don’t make it out of Georgetown County without incident,” Sonya quipped.
“I appreciate all the cheerful thoughts and positive feedback, but I can assure you that we’ll be just fine. Better than fine. We’ll be stylin’. I
Well, if that was the case, she didn’t need him to tell her. She’d been down that road before, and there were always three telltale signs. If he started coming home late (YES!), lying about his whereabouts (YES!) and bringing her guilt gifts (NO!), then she’d know he was up to no good.
It was well past eight o’clock when she heard him pulling into the driveway. A few minutes later, the door opened and there stood her husband holding a large bouquet of gorgeous flowers and a box of assorted chocolate candy. He apologized as he handed her the guilt gifts ( NO! YES!). “Sorry I’m so late. The day got away from me.”
Lydia sold a couple of family antiques to Mike Ellis to raise money for the road trip. He gave her a generous price for the pieces, for which she was grateful. He didn’t ask any questions, for which she was also grateful. She bought a road atlas and tentatively mapped out their route based on places they wanted to visit en route to South Dakota, such as Graceland and Mall of America. She went to the store and bought plenty of provisions. They needed Carolina Kit fixings, along with the usual provisions needed for any road trip.
Julia and Sonya arrived bearing gifts and luggage. They were going to spend the night at Lydia’s house so they could get an early start the next morning.
“Holy crap,” Julia said when she saw their transportation. Lydia had told them about the camper, but they were not prepared for the sheer size of it.
“Where’d you get this palace on wheels? From an Arab Sheik in Abu Dhabi?”
Sonya quipped when she saw the gigantic recreational vehicle.
“Funny you should mention that. I’ll tell you why in a minute. But first, guess who works at RV World?”
“Who?” Sonya asked.
“Derek Duane. You can thank him for talking me into upgrading to the deluxe model. He gave me a great deal and said we’d be glad it was so spacious after we’d spent a few days on the road. Do you remember him from high school? He was a big jock and kind of a jerk, but so good-looking. All sleek and lean and muscular. Do you remember that thick, black wavy hair? Every girl over the age of fourteen just wanted to run their hands through it.
“Me too! I had such a crush on him,” Sonya exclaimed.
Julia remained silent, biting her lower lip.
“You wouldn’t admit that if you could see him now. He still has that killer smile, but he also has a receding hairline and a beer gut. He got married and they had two kids. He said they divorced last year, but that he has joint custody. Anyway, he was very helpful, gave me a lot of good advice and some fun trivia. According to Derek Duane, the largest camper ever built was for Sheik Hamad Bin Hamdan Al Nahyan of the United Arab Emirates.
It’s a five-story vehicle, measuring 66 feet in length, 39 feet wide, and 39 feet tall. It weighs 120 tons and has eight bedrooms and eight bathrooms, as well as four garages and water storage for up to 6,340 gallons. Can you imagine?”
“Wouldn’t that be a spectacular sight chugging up Highway 17? Our very own portable Arabian palace. Maybe we should spruce up this camper by painting our portraits on the side with ‘Carolina Girls Forever’ or maybe ‘Carolina Girls Gone Wild’ underneath our smiling faces. Can you imagine the reactions from other motorists,” Julia giggled.
“I wouldn’t put my face or name on this camper if you paid me. I don’t want to be recognized by irate tourists who will have to slow down to a crawl behind this tin beast. That is, if we don’t run them off the road or squash them first. I bet we don’t make it out of Georgetown County without incident,” Sonya quipped.
“I appreciate all the cheerful thoughts and positive feedback, but I can assure you that we’ll be just fine. Better than fine. We’ll be stylin’. I
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