She shrugged, obviously not at all concerned. He noticed her eyes kept straying back to the workmen. “Not much logic in anything teachers do if you ask me. School is pretty boring here anyway. They won’t let me test out of anything. They must think everyone is retarded.”
“Missy!”
“Well, it’s stupid for me to go through stuff I already know about. Having an extra day off can’t be a bad thing anyway.”
Watching her eye the workmen, Rajiid wasn’t so sure about that. He almost welcomed the distraction as a big truck came roaring down the road. Rajiid thought he saw the driver do a doubletake as he saw the motel sign. Then the big rig’s wheels were sliding and the engine strained to absorb the momentum as the driver downshifted. Black smoke poured from the exhaust pipe and the truck reluctantly began to slow, growling its displeasure.
Rajiid was quite sure he had been exceeding the posted speed limit. But then, that seemed to be something that was mostly ignored in America. Along with traffic etiquette. He disliked driving even in the nearby town of Fort Scott. “That is odd. I thought most of the big trucks usually take the four lane highway.”
Motel 666, Page 20
Posted by : Don on
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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