After we leave the Bedminster Shell station, we don’t stop again until Wolfe’s Diner in Dillsburg. There, people stare at the three little blonde girls with their Daddy. They come over to tells us their thoughts.
...pretty as a picture...
...where you going with all them dogs...
...Don’t like pickles?? Don’t you know where you are...
The bill comes, it’s just over twenty dollars for the four of us. Daddy checks on the bassets outside. Libby admires pictures of James Dean in the bathroom hallway. Sarah and I eat our locally raised ham. Another hour and a half to Aldie.
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