SEVENTEEN
Phuong wanted to scream until she ran out of breath.
"We should have stopped at that roadhouse," Hans lamented for what Phuong thought was the third time. She hunched over the steering wheel and kept driving, wishing he'd shut up, but he didn't. "I saw clouds over there and it looked like rain. If we camp, we'll get rained on when that storm comes in. We should go back to the roadhouse."
"The mini one? They only had motel rooms and they were full. Besides, that was over a hundred kilometres back. Those clouds were in the east. Everyone knows the weather comes in from the west here. We're better off camping, Hans. Where's your sense of adventure?" Ria's enthusiasm was almost as grating, Phuong decided. "We should stop soon. There's a bridge ahead. That means a river. That woul
