From the author: Prison Reform, I Guess?
It took about four minutes for me to get tired of the cramped driving position I was in. Unfortunately, once you leave Hulver, there's not another exit for eons. I pulled off at the first rest stop after we hit route 70 and unpacked Jasmine's eight matched luggage pieces, re-packing them between the trunk and the backseat in a truly inspired feat of Tetris-engineering.
Jasmine stood on the soft shoulder, looking down the highway. "Who are they?"
I stopped trying to wedge her smallest box...