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I couldn’t stand that kind of guilt.”
     
    “We should call them at a pay phone to at least tell them we are taking a quick trip and will be back soon. I don’t want them to worry about us,” Nessa said.
     
    “We just can’t Nessa. You know why it is a bad idea. No calls,” I said sternly.
     
    “Fine, point taken,” she replied.
     
    “Besides, one five minute phone call could turn into an hour. Then before you know it, we could be found and arrested for questioning.”
     
    “Cora, where are we going to go?” Nessa asked with concern.
     
    “I don’t know. At least soaking up the sun here has its advantages,” I said trying to be positive.
     
    “Seriously, what if you dissolve out in public? We need to find somewhere private that the police won’t check.”
     
    “You’re right, I just don’t know where that is. Do you have any ideas?” I asked.
     
    “Well, we need food and shelter. Thanks to my planning we don’t need clothes or money.”
     
    “How about we take a cab across the state line and rent a cheap motel room with lots of privacy. We can order a pizza and raid the vending machine,” I suggested.
     
    “That is a good idea. We would be out of local jurisdiction and the motel idea is perfect. They usually don’t check identification and mind their own business.”
     
    I sighed and stood up, pulling up Nessa in the process. “Let’s hurry before anything else weird happens,” I suggested.
     
    “Agreed, lets walk back towards the street and hail a cab there. It’s nearing dusk and we will blend in a little better,” Nessa said.
     
    It was that time of day when all the shops and restaurants hadn’t turned their lights on for the evening yet it was still dimming outside. Within five minutes we managed to hail a cab willing to take us to the nearest motel in the next state over. We clung to each other in silence the entire way there and then gave the driver an extra tip for his troubles.
     
    Standing there in front of the motel, my shoulders drooped. “This place looks like a total shit hole.”
     
    Nessa adjusted the bag on her back before responding. “That is the point. No one will look for two middle class runaways in a place like this. Suck it up Cora. We need to recuperate and I am still fighting this headache and all the crazy voices.”
     
    “Besides, the cab driver was glad to take us. He had an hour left on his shift and we would be his last fare for the night. Then he could make it home in time for his son’s Bar Mitzvah.”
     
    “Nessa, you are getting better at this already. I am glad we won’t have to worry about him turning us in.”
     
    “Ok, now for the real trick. You wait here and I will get the room for us. It is less conspicuous that way I think. Besides, if I concentrate I can read their minds and make sure they are cool.”
     
    I nodded and Nessa made her way to the front office. I leaned on the side of the building and looked at the run down motel. The neon light read Mote instead of Motel and the T seemed to flicker in and out. The paint was peeling from the siding and the parking lot was littered with scattered trash. I grew nervous just standing outside alone.
     
    Shortly, Nessa joined me with a grin on her face. She was waving a key with a numbered key ring on it and I perked up slightly.
     
    “We are room number seven, the one on the end. For better or worse, let’s go on in,” she said.
     
    Unsure but unwilling to stand outside any longer, I resigned and nodded. I followed Nessa as she puts the key in the lock and jiggled it until it opened. The room smelled of must and cigarette smoke. There was one king size bed in the center covered with a god awful patterned thin comforter. Nessa shut the door behind us and locked it.
     
    “This is a dump alright,” I commented.
     
    “True, but we have privacy and the police aren’t likely to catch up with us here. And there is at least a hot shower and a bed,” Nessa