Lake House Reunion

I soon found the restaurant and pulled in. I was still in good shape for gas so I went in and sat down at the counter and ordered a hamburger and coke.

Before long a tall muscly man walked in and sat down several seats from me. He ordered coffee and a pie slice. The elderly lady that served me seemed friendly and stopped to visit.

The place was deserted except for the three of us. She inquired if I was traveling far and I replied “To the lakes.” We continued to make small talk while I ate. Finishing, I paid my bill and left.

I got in my car and was off again, on the open road. Traffic was very light and that suited me fine. After a while I noticed a dark spot in my rear view mirror and it kept getting closer. With nothing to occupy my mind but the country side sparsely decorated with trees I found myself paying more attention to the now approaching car to my rear. Anticipating the car would pass me, I moved to the far right, but to my surprise the black Escalade pulled up alongside and drove that way for a considerable distance and then fell back behind me again. The windows were tinted so I could not tell how many were in the car.

I thought this to be strange and a bit eerie. I remembered the same kind of car back at the restaurant and figured it was the same pie and coffee guy. But why didn’t he pass me? The road was clear so he could.

This made me nervous and I reached to my glove box and removed my revolver and placed it in my blazer pocket. I had a permit to carry and usually had my gun with me when I traveled alone.

Before Ken had gotten injured, we had gone to a gun range and took a couple classes on owning a gun, cleaning and firing of the weapon. Ken and I had been pretty good shots after a few months of practicing target-shooting. I found it kind of fun in a strange way.

I was bothered now with that car staying behind me. Locking all the doors with the automatic lock I kept on driving. An hour or so passed and no attempt to pass me.

I decided the next town I came to I would stop for gas and put an end to this uneasiness. The tank registered just under one half full, I would top it off, loose the black escalade; then drive a couple more hours before I stopped for the day at a motel.

I reached to my purse and removed my stun gun and put it in the seat next to me and continued driving. I started to think this is crazy, all these weapons. This Escalade is probably going the same direction as I am and just chose not to pass me. Maybe he liked my company on the road.