Chapter 9: Memory Lane
After we eat it’s back on the road. Dan takes interstate 83 out of Baltimore, heading north into Pennsylvania, my hand covering his where it rests on my knee. In the back seat, Caitlin’s fiddling with her Walkman again, muttering under her breath. “I think my batteries are going,” she says, ripping the headphones off and throwing them to the floorboards. “Can’t we stop somewhere?”
With a laugh, I ask, “Where?” The highway stretches out to the horizon and trees line both sides of the road. The signs list approaching cities that sound familiar because I’ve seen their names on these same green boards for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never stopped at any of them. I don’t want to stop now, not just for batteries. One wrong turn and we could be lost for days. In t
