Mango Motel by Bill H Myers

Author:Bill H Myers [Myers, Bill H]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Seven

The food arrived quickly and both choices looked better than the menu photos. The server refilled Erin's wine and again asked me if I wanted to place a drink order.

Had I not been the one who would be driving us back to the RV, I would have ordered sangria. It would have gone well with the Carne Asada.

We didn't talk much during dinner as we were both too busy eating, and the live music next door would have drowned out any conversation we might have had.

Erin finished her meal and had another glass of wine after the server cleared our table. When the check came, I paid with a credit card and left a twenty-dollar tip.

Going back outside, the sun had set, and the party on the street was starting to gear up. Unlike the family friendly tourists we had seen earlier, the night time crowd was mostly twenty-somethings. A little better dressed than the people we had seen during the day.

I asked Erin if she wanted to join the party-goers or head home.

She shook her head and said, “I think I should have stopped on the third glass. The fourth one might have put me over the limit.”

She reached into her pocket, pulled out the car keys, handed them to me and said, “You're driving.”

It took us about ten minutes to get back to the car in the Castille de San Marcos parking lot. I helped Erin in on the passenger side, and took my seat behind the wheel.

I pulled out of the lot, and ten minutes later we passed through the gates at Anastasia State Park and soon were parked in front of our motorhome.

After helping Erin out of the car, I escorted her to the front door and helped her up the front steps. As expected, Bob was waiting for us at the door and he wasn't happy. He meowed over and over while walking in circles around us. I bent down to pet him, but he ran off toward the back of the motorhome.

Erin plopped down on the couch and I went back to see what Bob's problem was. He was standing in front of the bathroom door, which for some reason was closed, meaning he couldn't get to his food. Apparently, either Erin or I had shut it before we left for the evening.

I opened the door and Bob rushed in. He ducked his head into his food bowl and started chowing down. While he was doing this, I went back up front to talk to Erin.

She was still on the couch but no longer sitting. She was lying on her side, her hands under her head, acting as a pillow.

I didn't know if she was sleeping or not and I didn't want to wake her if she was. As quietly as I could, I opened the storage compartment above her head, pulled out a blanket and pillow, and set them on the end of the couch. I started to walk back to my bedroom, but Erin stopped me by reaching out and grabbing the back of my shorts.

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