the good bitch...

the good bitch...

Liz drove for a few more hours while Judas, the bag of chips, slept.  Biel-Nar looked over the map.  "So, the website said that it would be about 45 hours of driving," Liz said.  "It doesn't seem that far when you think of it like that, but then you have to think about sleep.  Speaking of, we should find a place to sleep soon.  I'm getting tired."

Liz pulled into a small motel parking lot just past a sign welcoming them to Effinfham, Illinois.  The neon sigh advertised ' vacancy' in the moonlight night.  Liz left Biel-Nar and Judas, the bag of chips in the car as she checked into the little motel. 

The woman who came to the counter to respond to the buzzing of the door bell attatched to the front counter, was obviously sleeping before the buzzer awoked her.

"Welcome to Effingham," the woman said.  "Here for the holiday?"

"No," Liz explained.  "My friends and I are off to Los Angeles."

"Really?"  the woman said.  She smiled from some unspoken memory and simply said, "I used to live there."

"Really?  Must have been nice," Liz speculated.

"Oh, yes it was," the woman said.  the smile seemed to broaden.  "Well, you've got room eleven.  It's right down the walk top the left.  Breakfast is from eight to ten.  Check out is at eleven, but i'm never so strict when it's a holiday."  She handed over a key and said, "The name's Georgia Lynn, but folks call me Glyndi.  Hollar if you need any thing."

Liz left the little office and helped her friends into the room.  She was asleep only minutes after plopping down onto the bed.