บท 481: Mirror, Mirror

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira

"So are you going to tell me which hotel we are going to?" I asked Bobby for the one hundredth time during our jet ride. For once in his life his lips were sealed shut that I wished he could talk my ear off just to calm down my nerves. 

I trusted Bobby but after our first camping trip to San Antonio and as well when he drugged me to take me to Montana he did not have a great track record when it came to planning holidays. I was worried he did not even book a hotel and would simply tell me that we were going to camp out by the beach and live off the land because that was the cowboy way.