"The Sea Side Rest. The place that you know best."
"Its been abouuttt a month now." Keith said.
"Shut up. No it has not." Imogen Replied.
They were at a
McDonalds
he got the usual two McChickens and a coke. She just got a large fry and frosty. The one they were in didn't even have a drive through. No one was in a hurry here.
"This ones nice though. I like the, uh, color." Imogen said.
"Keith looked at her and smiled."
They were doing their normal lunch routine, Keith the newspaper going through the puzzles and
Imogen Howe
on the news. She would ever so often say.
"Did you hear about over in England the price of gas is 143 pence per liter." In a fake British accent, and he'd reply.
"Certainly my dear Watson."
The fear of the follower subsided after a few days and they realized they just liked this life. It felt like they were retired or something. Just wandering about, meandering.
They get a map out when ever they were board and pick a place.
"The grand canyon I've heard is nice this time a year."
"By George I think you're right." Keith would reply.
