Yochi noticed Pessie’s eyes widen. He could just read her thoughts. We just landed, what is up with this guy? Couldn’t he give them time to rest up?
In half a mile, your destination will be at your left.
Unconsciously, Yochi’s grip on his steering wheel tightened. Even as he peeked into the rearview mirror and called to the kids, “You can start counting down from a hundred now, but slowly!” one eye was on Pessie, hoping for a reaction.
Whatever she’d said all along, no matter how much she’d protested, this was Corvara. The Dolomite Alps. Yochi drank in the view, the majestic mountain terrain, the pristine air. It was like driving through fairyland, the sun streaking the roads with welcoming rays. Pessie couldn’t really still prefer to be home in their polluted city, putting up 16-quart pots of chicken soup.
But her face was inscrutable.
Ten minutes later, their luggage was neatly arranged on the hotel’s baggage cart and Yochi’s rented minivan parked in the parking lot.
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