As I laid in the hotel bed that
night, I thought about my mom, laying in the bed next to mine. She had been acting suspiciously detached from
the group all night. I was beginning to
get really concerned about her, because she is usually very active and engaged
with those around her. She is a
certified elementary teacher, so she has to be.
I faded into sleep and began
dreaming about mansions, museums, informative plaques, and our charter bus
which had become our home away from home.
