Musette gets coffee for me. She puts a lot of artificial creamer in it. It tastes like graham crackers.
We drive to Arby’s and order three jr. roast beef. One ham and cheddar. A large Curly Fry. And some Mozarella sticks with all of the sauces.
Musette orders a chocolate turnover once we’ve already paid. I end up eating all of it though.
The girl at the motel desk is black. She is wearing a dew rag.
“We have a dog.” Musette says.
“That will be eleven dollars.”
We had already booked on Expedia. She has to run another transaction.
She gives us our key. Our room number is the same number as our apartment in Portland.