1. The Vampire Girl (chapter 3)


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    even when we are being informal. I’d have to give him a bonus for Christmas, I thought. We pulled out of the driveway and we were on our way. Penelope was beside herself. She kept the windows clear, not wanting to miss a thing. She asked where we were going and I said it was going to take a long time to get there so she might as well settle in. She asked how long it would take and I told her we would be there tomorrow night. She said, “Tomorrow night?! What if I have to pee?!” Until she mentioned that, I had forgotten about one of the features I had put in the car. I lifted one of the seats and under it was an RV style toilet. There was a small storage tank under the car. Penelope laughed like there was no tomorrow and put the seat back down. We had a long day of riding in the car ahead of us and we settled in. It was getting late and Mr. D. had been driving for nearly 14 hours. It was now dark out and we stopped at the boarder of North and South Carolina: the ‘South of the Boarder’ tourist trap. It was perfect because the lodging there was incredibly cheap in both cost and quality. The benefit of that was that it kept the appearance of the ‘shoe-string budget’. Besides, Penelope didn’t get to see tourist traps like this often (or ever). We checked in and our room was blissfully awful. The door to the bathroom was hanging by a single hinge and it was impossible to close. The carpet was clearly made at least 30 years before we set eyes on it. The wall paper was even older. I ...
    almost gagged when I saw the room and inspected the beds for bed bugs immediately (found none—thankfully). Penelope’s reaction was completely opposite of mine. She loved it and said it had so much ‘history’. I said it was a dump and we should sleep in the limo. She said, “You go ahead; I’m sleeping here,” and she plopped down on the bed like she was a kid again. I figured if she was enjoying it, then maybe I could enjoy the dump in an ironic way. I went out to get our overnight bags from the car and Mr. D. was looking a bit despaired at his lodging. I gave him $200 and told him to get a room at the nice place across the street. He said that he appreciated the generous offer, but these accommodations were more than adequate for him. I said, “Bullshit, and you know it. Thank you for your professionalism, but I’m not offering—I’m telling you. Here: take the money and get a nice place. Besides, you have a lot more driving tomorrow and I want you properly rested.” Mr. D. looked at our dive of a motel and the cash in my hand. Taking it he said, “Of course you are right, sir. Thank you, sir.” As he turned to go, I patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Good man.’ He replied by saying, “If only I was half as good as you, sir. Good night, sir.” I told him good night and went inside the room. I locked our door behind me and was surprised the chain wasn’t ripped out. The water in the tub was running and Penelope was not to be seen—she was in the bathroom. I went to the busted door and she ...
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