We finally pulled into Kansas City. I smelled like vomit. Mr. Smith was in hyper “geterdone” mode. He and my son had the dogs walked and the truck unloaded in an hour.
Then we discovered that somehow during the trip, the car had lost all of its brake fluid and was leaking it from a rear tire. So, the first visit together in KC was to Firestone.
I tried to help, but mostly I stood around trying not to throw up and/or pass out, all while looking helpful. When everything was situated, I realized we had no shower curtain.
A lukewarm bath really didn’t seem like a fair reward for all we had endured, but I took it gratefully. I finally crawled into bed, shivering and ill, to sleep for hours.
A safe arrival was all we asked for, and a safe arrival is what we got. Despite the unpleasant parts of the trip, we count it as a success.