TWENTY SEVEN

Following Hazel's lead, Calvin drove toward Idaho via Interstate-82 E towards Yakima, and they were now in Oregon. It was raining heavily in Oregon when they entered the city at seven o'clock in the evening. Strong winds blew violently throughout the city. Many cars decide to slow down or stop at the nearest rest area to avoid the various bad things that come from deliberately driving in the middle of a storm.

Inside the silent SUV, Calvin was still concentrating on the road ahead which was dark, slippery, and occasionally the steering wheel seemed to move on its own when a strong wind began to blow against the car he was driving. It was clear that the trip was very unsafe for them. But Calvin saw no sign of Hazel wanting to quit.

Ever since they had escaped police investigation five hours ago, the woman had remained silent, staring blankly at the window. None of the topics they discussed during the long journey from Seattle to Oregon. They still have half way to go