Chapter 2
It took longer than I thought it would at the realtor's office.
Then I stopped by the diner where I had been waiting tables since I was sixteen to pick up my last paycheck. I guess I had always known that was going to take longer than I had planned for. There were cards and cake and so many happy yet tearful hugs.
By the time Mjolner and I hit the road, it was already long past lunchtime. And despite the bellyful of cake, I stopped at Tobies when I was passing through Hinckley to grab a turkey sandwich on a toasted cranberry English muffin. Because stopping at Tobies when you're heading north is not optional.
At least the Volkswagen wasn't making any funny noises beyond the rattle that was always there. I have no idea what is rattling or where, but I know I don't hear it when
