We crossed the bridge and entered into the state of Virginia. We wound up in the town of Alexandria where we slumbered in a Marriot Courtyard for a mere fifty-nine bucks. Whipping out my fancy-schmanzie executive decorated charge card, I lowered one eyebrow while tensing the other and let out a bold, "Is there a corporate rate?" while clicking the ever-powering plastic on the desktop.
"Yes, but that would be one twenty-nine a night."
Elizabeth squinched puckering up her lips and steadily inhaled. The rectangular piece of plastic widdled up and retracted back into my wallet. "The first rate was fine," I mentioned, "Ah. Thank you." We both grabbed our bags quickly turned around, gave each other the double-raised-brow look, forming our mouth into the shape of an "o" and mimicked the front desk clerk on our way to the elevators.
As we retired to bed, we talked about what we were going to do the next day, all the places we were going to see. She kept the television on. All that sleep she had in the car must have offset her schedule slightly. Before I fully fell asleep, I wondered how my old college friends were doing these days.
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