get settled. I reserved us a suite, so weâll be together.â A room togetherseemed the safest solution with a minor. But a suite will give us more room and some privacy.
âSounds good,â he says. âHowâs she doing?â
âOkay.â I shift my gaze to Rae, remembering her concerns. I wonder if sheâd tell Ben. But now isnât the time. No need to worry Ivyâs dad when I have no facts, no way of knowing anything delinquent about his daughter yet. âWeâre all kind of tired from being in the car all day.â
âWhat took you so long? You didnât have car trouble, did you?â
âOh, no. We, uh â¦â I glance at Ivy in the rearview mirror as she digs through her backpack. âWe just made more stops than we anticipated.â
âSheâs not being a pain, is she?â
Red brake lights flash in front of me, and I touch my foot to the brakes. After a moment the long line of cars moving along the highway slowly picks up its pace again.
âNo, not at all.â Ivy is respectful. Just quiet. Yet I also know, or suspect, something is wrong. But I canât say so in front of Ivy, or even over the phone.
âYouâd tell me, right?â
âOf course.â When I have something to tell. Until then â¦
âTake the next exit,â Rae says.
âWeâre almost there,â I tell Ben on the phone.
âOkay, call me later.â
âYou should have come with us,â I say.
âNah. Somebody has to hold down the fort.â
âOkay, Dad,â I tease with a wry smile, as I know heâs going to worry about all of us until we arrive safely home. âIâll keep you posted.â
âHere,â Rae says, pointing to Elvis Presley Boulevard. âThis is it.â
âOkay.â I fumble with the steering wheel and the phone, letting it drop into my lap and yell, âBye!â as I signal and take the exit. âImagine having your own street named after you.â In the rearview mirror, I catch Ivyâs eyes rolling upward. I consider keeping a count of that particular expression. I bet we can break one hundred before the end of the trip. âI wonder what it must have been like for Elvis.â
âConfining,â Rae says, folding the map.
âLetâs get checked in, then weâll find some dinner.â I turn right on Lonely Street and then veer left into the Heartbreak Hotel parking lot.
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âSEE SEE RIDERâ blares out of the hotelâs sound system and can be heard throughout the parking lot as we unload our suitcases. Temporarily, we leave Elvis in the back seat.
In the lobby a small old-style television shows Elvis boxing in Kid Galahad . The hotel boasts Elvis movies twenty-four hours a day. Already Iâm getting weary of the King.
The Heartbreak Hotel is as worn and weary looking as I am after a long day of travel. We pass the cherry-red couch and purple chairs to check in at the desk. Then we head up to our rooms and settle in.
The suite is large and roomy, and we each go to our separate rooms to unpack. I lay on the bed for a minute, stretch my back, and wish I were home. A rumbling in my stomach gets me back on my feet.
I knock on Ivyâs door.
âYeah?â
âItâs me.â I open the door a crack. âAre you ready?â
She sits up on the bed, her suitcase open, her backpack slung over the chair in the corner.
âAre you hungry?â After checking into the hotel and unloading our luggage, we all took a few minutes to freshen up for dinner.
âNot really.â
âBut we havenât eaten since our late lunch. Come on.â
âIâm tired.â She has dark circles under her eyes. Or is it remnants of mascara?
âWe could order room serviceââ
âGo to dinner. Iâll be fine here.â
âWe might need your help.â I try to figure out a way to get Ivy to come with us