They had been best friends in college, the two girls and two men sharing form rooms, getting together and forming a lifelong bond.We used to go out to visit at least once a year, down to Florida where the heat melted the ice out of our northern bones.Mom had taken her soapy hands out of the water and put her arms around me. Her head was turned sideways against my chest, the top of her head under my chin.
As I turned onto I-70, which would take us all the way to Louisville where we planned to stop for a late dinner, I said, "Pick some tunes, Mom.~~~ We stopped just the other side of Louisville for dinner.The sun had gone an hour before and we found a diner off the interstate in Sheperdsville. I've already been." I washed my hands over my face and walked across to the diner. I went inside and ordered a black coffee to go and asked for the key. I'll go back to sleep now though, if that's OK." "Sleep away," I said and watched as she wriggled in the seat to ease the kinks from her back and closed her eyes again.This time Mom took the wheel and Jen and I sat in back dozing, every now and then our heads lolling over and cracking together.
As we came off into Pensacola and started to approach the marina Mom gave us a yell and we sat up and tried to push back the cobwebs of sleep.
We were back on the road inside the hour and Jen took over behind the wheel. "Mom's gone to sleep and I'm about to so I need to change places." "S'cool," I said. It wasn't the best restroom I had ever pissed in, but it wasn't the worst, and the walk over in the cool night air woke me up, and the hot coffee would help as well. I found myself looking down at her legs where her skirt had bunched up and forced my eyes back to the road.