It had been a long day and we were all hungry and tired. The town looked peaceful enough.
“Left here,” Miriam said.
We slowed as we approached 347, the address in Miriam’s guidebook.
“There it is!” I pointed. “Can you read the sign?”
“I hear the food in this town is awful,” Miriam said. “Let’s move along.”
I could tell the kids were disappointed, but I kept my smile. “Sure.”
As they consolidated power, it became harder and harder for our kind to find a safe haven.
There was still hope for the next town. We got on the highway.
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