“Do what?”
“Stay here.”
I said, “We’re not really staying here. Don’t you remember we’re taking the car back to your sister. Your brother-in-law is going to drive me back. You only stopped in here because you needed the bathroom.”
“Oh,” she said, and there was a half twinkle in her eyes.
She went out.
I went to the window, pulled up the blind and sat where I could watch the car.
Nothing happened. She didn’t go near the car. She walked out around the houses, getting a breath of fresh air.
Ten minutes later she hadn’t returned.
After twenty minutes I went out to look for her. The auto court was on the outskirts. There was quite a bit of vacant property around. The graveled driveway showed as a red path in the light of the neon sign at the front. Cars were whizzing by with considerable regularity on the highway.
I crunched gravel around the auto court. The cabins were, for the most part, dark and silent. There was a party in one of the front cabins where a foursome was making a little whoopie, with occasional bits of giggling laughter. A man’s voice told a story which was followed by a burst of merriment.