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The road out of Nashville seemed to take a million years to lead back to Atlanta. It was Mary Jo’s turn to drive with everyone else fast asleep in the back. She smiled at the sound of Suzanne snoring, and Julia grumbling in her sleep. Amazingly, Charlene made no noise at all back there, her eyes closed tightly against the headlights searching the inside of the car.
She was going to have to eat soon – or at least get out and stretch her legs. But for the moment there was nothing but contentment in that front seat. The pot of gold at the end of their highway.