As is not uncommon in life, timing is not a GREAT thing.
She starts to cry, she can't tell him why and losing interest quickly he turns up the radio. Pulling into the gas station she is glad of the opportunity to re-group her thoughts and compose herself. Then in pulls the omni-present 'truck in the rain' (please note I am not talking about myself in the third person... just in case ya was thinking I had a lover) -- The truck, driven by someone else might give it an excuse to take her away. Was the whole affair an excuse for her to leave, she must have felt the homesickness all along. Now just leaving tempts her... opening up to a stranger. (OK, she did a lillte bit more than open up) but stolen in the romance of it all is escape.
An evening out is an escape. A vacation... a day at the beach is something anyone can understand. But, can you understand that given the chance to stay at the beach... would you?
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