Kate stared at her traveling companion and shook her head. She got up, shut the room door all the way now that they had power to come and go and bolted it. Then she brushed her teeth and turned off all the lights except the one in the bathroom, leaving the door open slightly for some light and went to her room.
Spencer dug out clean dry clothes and took a quick shower, letting the hot water warm him up before it ran out. He stepped out and dried off in the semi-darkness, towel drying his hair. Good thing it didn’t take long to dry. He put on a t-shirt under his sweatshirt and sweatpants and dry socks. He found an extra blanket in the closet and wrapped himself in that.
“You can come in now,” he tapped on her door.
“Are you okay?” Kate was alarmed. His voice sounded weak and he still looked cold.
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“I can think of worse things that could happen to us.” He started some lunges and Kate watched his fluid movements. He was a strong, well muscled guy, with a sweet personality.
Kate better watch herself. She took the bait. “Like what?”
“Good thinking.” Kate followed Spencer down the hall after getting off on the third floor. Although paying for their room was the least of her worries at this point.
“Here we are,” he said, dropping his bag. He took out the card key from his pants pocket and let them in.
Kate reached for a light switch. “Very nice,” she said, walking over to the window. She closed the curtains and turned the heater on to medium. She took in the sofa, queen bed, and flat screen television resting on a large dresser. “What’s in the next room?”
“I see.” Kate shivered again. It was so strange to feel so cold after leaving home that morning. The skies were grayer and the white stuff was getting thicker. Spencer had the wipers on to keep the windshield clear. “Aren’t you cold?”
“I am.” He turned up the heat a little bit. “I should have checked the weather yesterday.”
Kate drove for a while in silence, and Spencer eventually fell asleep. When she drove several miles northwest of Kansas City toward Iowa, she noticed white flakes floating around the car. “Spencer, wake up. What are these white things?” Kate knew what they were, of course, but they caught her off guard. It was way to early in the year to see white flakes drifting to the ground. And accumulating.
“Huh?” Spencer sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Kate repeated her question.
Spencer drove several hours before they agreed to eat at Arby’s after refueling the car. With both humans and automobile filled satisfactorily, Kate and Spencer returned to the car where Spencer fiddled with the radio and found an oldies station before getting back on the highway. They heard the tail end of a weather report mentioning something about snow, but they weren’t sure where the station was located and didn’t worry about it. Although Kate commented, “Isn’t it a little early for snow except way up north?”
When Spencer got home after getting Kate’s bags packed in his trunk, he finished his last minute packing, adding his cell phone charger, his electric razor, and some of his mail he hadn’t taken care of yet. He checked his email one last time and responded to his messages, then shut the machine off and unplugged it. Having lost more than one phone during electrical storms while away from home, he was now in the habit of unplugging all his electronics before he left on trips, though he no longer bothered paying for a landline.