Sweet Sounds From Heaven

 

We were traveling to California in a camero with no air conditioning. We three cousins and grandma. We were, for the most part enjoying our trip and making good time. I’m driving, grandma is side saddle with Barbara and Teresa bringing up the rear. We were in the desert and had been driving for miles. There was nothing in sight but straight roads with desert and sagebrush on either side. No houses, businesses, people, cars, nothing.

I sure did need to find a bathroom. Finally, grandma said, “Sandra, why don’t you just pull over, no one will ever see you out here.” Sounded good to me and my bladder was rejoicing at the thought. I pulled the car over to the side of the road and went around to grandma’s side and opened her door to kind of shield me from the front. Breathing a sigh of relief, I took my liberty.

I don’t know where that car came from. Hadn’t seen one for hours. Grandma could not stop laughing and I couldn’t stop either. Barbara and Teresa just hoping the tales weren’t true about rattlesnakes lurking along the side of the road in the bushes. Grandma slapped her leg and laughed and laughed. She tried to console me with, no one will ever see you again. I’m thinking and if they do, hopefully, they won’t recognize me in that position, unless of course, they remember the whites of my eyes.

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