Wasted Trip

[Hyacinth]

“Mexico!” I shout and then look back nervously at the car. Thankfully Bash is still asleep. “Well shoot,” I whisper angrily. “That was a waste of time!”

After spending a few minutes looking around for a scrap of paper and a pencil, I write Dr. Stevens a note letting him know who I am, where I came from, and how to contact me. “Please contact me as soon as you get this,” I begin the last lines of my letter. “We have so much to talk about.” Folding it up nicely, I leave it for him in his mailbox.

"Just because we didn't get to meet the doctor," Slate comes up behind me as we stand next to the car watching Bash sleep. "Doesn't mean this has to be a wasted trip. What do you say we have a little family beach vacation."

"Family vacation," I try not to grin too widely. "But we've only just barely become a family. Doesn't it feel too soon?"

"Too soon for what," Slate asks. "The world is uncertain. You never know what tomorrow is going to bring. I think if we don't take a moment