Chapter 70

• I go up the sidewalk, lifting my bridal gown so I don't trip, and I growl like an animal at the man laughing and pointing at me. I'm south of St. Augustine at an interstate rest station.
• I sigh and duck into the dirty, poorly lighted public toilet. I wriggle out of my dress and toss the yards of silk over the stall door, though it takes some effort.
• After that, I remove my matching G-string and a white, lacey strapless bra. My thigh-high stockings, which I'd chosen because I knew Miguel would be thrilled to see me in them, remain all.