Meeting Two Girls
It was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.
Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.