Bad Medicine

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Dallas was still really far away when I woke up. Marty didn’t nap. Or maybe I slept through that part. I don’t know. It kind of blurs together.

We stopped at a rest area at one point, though, and Carynne got on a pay phone to check her beeper messages. When she got back to the bus she didn’t look happy.

“What is it?” I asked. I was standing outside the bus, stretching a little.

She looked inside and waved me in to follow her. Everyone else was still in the rest room or grabbing some snacks. We sat down at the front dinette.

“Paco’s not coming back,” she said.

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