“Married?”
“No,” she answered softly. “Almost was. . . once. ” Well, technically Pete and her had never been engaged or even dated, but if things had gone differently maybe there would have been a chance. Probably not, but maybe. She could console herself with maybe. Even if she was inclined to believe she would live up to her reputation and would have bolted.
“I was married, but she died almost two years ago,” he said.
“Sorry. ”
“It happens. ” Again, the man went silent and seemed to turn all his attention to the road.
The silence was strangely comforting and she snuggled down in the seat to stare up at the stars. Her fingertips lightly stroked the scar where a rosary had been tattooed into her arm. The rough skin was strangely comforting despite what it meant. She could heal and heal well now, so she wondered how it had happened. Maybe when she had transformed into what she was now. She did remember vaguely an incredible amount of pain when she had woken up buried in the earth.
“We'll be there soon. Dallas. I'm feeling pretty damn tired. I think I'll just pull over and get a motel room. I guess you got folks to pick you up? Or do you need a room for the night?”
Amaliya looked toward the man with his big bland face and slightly smiled. “Not going to Wichita Falls then?”
“Too tired. I'm gonna crash for a few hours here, and then head up through Wichita to Oklahoma. ”
“You don't sleep back there?” she asked, motioning over her shoulder.
“It ain't too good on my back after awhile. I'm feeling my last few hauls in my bones. 'sides, a shower sounds good. ” He gave her a big toothy grin. “You're good company. You don't talk much. ”
“Not much to say. Okay, cool. Find a motel. ” She nodded her head and tapped a little rhythm on her knees. “I could use some rest. ”
The big man shifted gears and the truck switched lanes as a sign to Dallas flashed by. The sight of the white lettering on the green sign was a comfort. She was halfway to her Grandmama's. Then she could tell her grandmother goodbye and figure out what the hell she was going to do next.
***
The motel near Dallas' downtown was packed with families in transit after the long Easter weekend and a few big trucks sat idling in the parking lot. The night had cooled off quite a bit, but the heat coming off the highway rolled in waves over the asphalt parking lot. As she walked beside Rob toward the office, his whole body quivered. The man was not only impressive in height, but girth. He had barely spoken after their brief interchange and that had been fine with her. She needed time to think and figure out what the hell was going on with her.
A part of her was afraid that her reaction to everything happening around her was wrong, that her transformation had altered something inside of her forever, that she was so changed she could not even fathom what it was that had died inside of her.
Lighting a cigarette she had bummed off Rob, she exhaled slowly. She didn't feel like slipping inside the building just yet. The night felt good. There was energy in the air. Maybe it was because they were so close to Deep Ellum, the Dallas hot spot for entertainment.
“Coming?”
Exhaling, she shook her head. “Nah, I'm going to take a moment out here, then I'll head in. ” She gazed out over the Dallas skyline and smiled slightly. She always loved the way cities looked at night with their flashy lights and fancy glass buildings. It had been a far departure from the four block downtown of her small home town.
Rob hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Well, catch you later. ”
“Thanks for the ride,” she said with a wide smile. “I really appreciate it. ”
The man abruptly smiled, his teeth flashing under his mustache. “Was a pleasure. ”
He turned and disappeared through the door that took him into the office. She could see him approaching the battered front desk through the window and turned away slowly to look down the highway.
Tucking one hand into her jeans pocket, Amaliya watched the cars speeding past the motel. If Professor Sumner was around, she couldn't feel him. But then again, maybe she could only feel him when he wanted her to. Frowning slightly, she took another deep drag on her cigarette and crouched down next to her bag. Pretending to take her money out of her bag, she actually took it out of her boot, then stood up.
A few more drags had her cigarette burning low. She exhaled slowly as she dropped the butt to the ground and ground it out.
“Night,” Rob said emerging from the office and moving past her, heading toward his truck to get his stuff.
“Night, Rob. Thanks again,” she said, then headed inside.
The very dark man behind the counter looked like he could be Indian or Pakistani. He was listening to exotic music she had never heard before. He eyeballed her thoughtfully as she approached and gave him a wide smile.
“I need a room,” she said.
Amaliya leaned against the counter on her elbows and looked up at him from under the brim of her hat.