Miss Julia To The Rescue Part 6

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"I'd like to make just one stop, but I don't think I can wait to find a restaurant. See, there's a sign-rest area two miles. Let's make a quick stop there, then go on. There may be some restaurants around Wytheville, which is where we pick up 77 North."

"Suits me. I'm about to pop."

We came off the highway and nosed into a parking place as near the bathrooms as I could find. I locked the car, then hurried with Etta Mae to tend to what had become an urgent necessity. Remembering what Lloyd had said about praying for travel mercies, I gave thanks for the mercy of rest areas along the interstates.

"Want me to drive for a while?" Etta Mae asked when we returned to the car.

"Yes, if you'd like to. I want to study the map a little and see how far we have to go. But let's watch for a place to get off and eat. No telling what will be available in West Virginia."



It was a good thing that we found a fast-food place not far from our connection to the next interstate because the countryside became more spa.r.s.ely settled along I-77. But the big trucks kept rolling along-behind, in front and alongside us.

Thankful that Etta Mae was driving, I clasped the armrest and closed my eyes when we went through a long, long tunnel. Then, almost before I could breathe easily again, we headed into another one.

Then we were on the West Virginia Turnpike, for which we had to pay to drive on. I'd thought that Virginia had rolling hills, but the ones now on each side of us were really rolling-k.n.o.bby little hills, one after the other. Feeling comfortable with Etta Mae's steady driving, I whiled away the afternoon by reading the signs along the way, astounded at the names of towns hidden away, off the beaten path-Kegler, Pipestem, Odd, Flat Top-and wondered at the stories behind them.

"You getting tired, Etta Mae?"

"Not too bad," she said. "We'll be in Beckley in about an hour, I think. We turn off there, don't we?"

I consulted the map again. "No, we turn off on 64 East before Beckley, but Beckley's not far from the turnoff. Let's stop there if we find a decent place and really look at this map. We'll start twisting and turning on back roads then, and I don't want to get lost."

So we made another stop off the interstate, had a soft drink and stretched our legs for a few minutes, then drove on into Beckley to a gas station to fill up again. While Etta Mae filled the tank, I glanced up at the sky, where clouds were rolling in from the west, covering the sun and threatening rain. That didn't bode well for traveling on unfamiliar roads, but I kept my disquiet to myself. Etta Mae was her usual perky little self, suggesting with a laugh that we ask for the key to the station's restroom because it might be our last chance.

She laughed again when we were back in the car, turning at the instructions of the robotic voice of the GPS onto a two-lane road that took us deeper and higher into dark wooded areas. "I hope we don't have to stop again. From the looks of this lonesome road, we'll have to find bushes to get behind."

One thing you could say for Etta Mae, she was the perfect travel companion as far as I was concerned because we were on the same wavelength. There's nothing worse than accompanying someone with a large capacity.

I smiled at the thought of tromping through the bushes, but I was uneasy at being where we were, with pine trees edging the ditches on both sides of the road, very little traffic and rain spattering on the winds.h.i.+eld. The sky was overcast, at least what we could see of it through the trees and the mountain rearing straight up above the ledge we were riding on. And even though night was a few hours away by the clock, it seemed to be creeping nearer. To cap it off, wisps of fog slipped past us, an omen of more to come.

"Lord, Etta Mae, I'm feeling kind of lonely way up here. It's as if we're a million miles from home and we don't know a soul."

"Yeah, we do. We know J.D. Keep your mind on him and we'll make it."

That was comforting advice, which Etta Mae was good at giving, bolstering me enough to keep my mind on the prize. Excepting Sam, Coleman and Mr. Pickens himself, I couldn't think of another person I'd rather have with me than Etta Mae Wiggins.

Chapter 13.

The rain continued to fall, never in heavy downpours, but steady enough to keep the winds.h.i.+eld wipers going. With their monotonous flapping, I could've closed my eyes for a rest, but I didn't dare. The car continued to climb, and even though the two-lane road seemed to have been recently repaved, it was narrow; and the ditch, or rather the chasm, on one side-my side-was getting steeper.

A van pa.s.sed us going the other way and after ten minutes or so, a pickup with the hood wired closed followed it. We were almost alone with roadside signs the only indication of human activity. To take my mind off the deep gorge on my side of the car, I read them-deer crossing, danger: falling rock, slippery when wet, s-curve ahead-they were enough to put a person on edge, which was exactly where I was.

As Etta Mae rounded a curve and topped a rise, the fog fell away and we both gasped at the sight. Far off, between clumps of trees, we could see the road dipping and rising, twisting and turning off in the distance. And not one thing between us and a horrendous drop-off but a measly little guardrail and a lot of air.

It wasn't often that I liked to relinquish control of anything, but I was glad Etta Mae was driving. She hunched over the wheel, holding it with both hands, and concentrated on the road as the car headed downhill and into a steep curve. Then we started climbing again.

"Oh, Lord," Etta Mae said as we crossed a bridge over a river far below, "look at that!"

A huge logging truck laden with logs was barreling down toward us. I rared back and clung to the armrest. The truck's pa.s.sing swayed the car and threw up water from the road onto the winds.h.i.+eld.

"Whew," Etta Mae said as the truck went by. "I would've pulled off if there'd been a place to pull off on." Then, as she maneuvered through another S-curve, she regained her confidence. "Something ought to be done about those loggers. They always speed and they're a menace on the road."

I couldn't reply. I was too busy trying to restart my heart.

Finally, as the rain began to slacken, I glanced at the GPS. "Just thirty-nine more miles, Etta Mae. But, I declare, I don't know what kind of town we'll find. Looks like n.o.body lives up here."

"I saw a house a little ways back. A cabin, maybe. It was way high up and I just got a glimpse of it. I don't know how in the world anybody'd get to it, though."

"Fog's getting thicker," I said, just to keep the conversation going. I was feeling more and more lonesome the farther we went. If Mr. Pickens hadn't been at the end of the road, I'd have told Etta Mae to turn around and go back-if there'd been a place to turn around in.

"It may be more cloud than fog," Etta Mae said. "We're pretty high up, and-look up there-you can't even see the tops of the mountains."

Not particularly wanting to look, I said, "You know, there hasn't been a crossroad, an intersection or anything the whole time we've been on this road."

"Well, look," Etta Mae said, raising one finger from the wheel to point ahead. "There's a filling station."

And sure enough, a two-pump gas station on a narrow gravel lot hunkered near the side of the road. It looked as lonesome as I felt.

"Closed, though," Etta Mae said. "I could use their restroom, if they had one and if it was open. But it's Sat.u.r.day afternoon, so I guess they close for the weekend."

I wished she hadn't mentioned it, because I, too, would've welcomed a stop.

After a good while of steady driving, Etta Mae said, "I love this car, Miss Julia. It takes these climbs like they're nothing and it really hugs the curves." She laughed. "I feel like it could almost drive itself."

"Well, don't let it. Look, Etta Mae, there's a town limits sign." I sat up straight as we pa.s.sed a sign reading mill run, speed limit 20. "I think we've made it."

Etta Mae eased our speed down, although we hadn't been going fast in the first place. Small houses began to appear on each side of the road, which had begun to level off to some extent. To our left, though, the terrain slanted upward, while trees covered the right side of the road. Gradually, with Etta Mae watching our speed, we drove into town. It looked as tired as we were. Hardly anyone was on the sidewalks and only a few cars and trucks on the streets.

"Goodness," Etta Mae said. "It's Sat.u.r.day night and this place is dead." She stopped at a blinking traffic light-not enough traffic to warrant a stop light-at what seemed to be the main intersection. "Which way, Miss Julia? You want me to drive around, check the place out?"

"Yes, let's do that. Turn left here and let's see if we can find the sheriff's office. We have to find a place to stay, too."

"Oh." Etta Mae glanced at me. "We don't have reservations anywhere?"

"Well, no. Lloyd said he couldn't find any motels listed here, so we better look for rooms for rent. Or something." I belatedly realized that I'd been too anxious to get on the road and had failed to ensure that we had beds for the night. "I'm sorry, Etta Mae. We'll just have to make the best of it."

"I'm not worried. We can sleep in the car if we have to. Oh, look," she said, pointing to a building on the corner. "Is that the courthouse?" She pulled to the side of the street and stopped before a narrow two-story redbrick building that sat flush with the sidewalk. Double doors faced us, while above them the words crayton county courthouse 1869 were carved in a stone pediment. "Not very big, is it? I'm gonna make a right turn here," and she went on and did so. "A lot of times the Sheriff's Department is close to the courthouse."

She was right. Attached to the back of the courthouse was a one-story cement-block addition with a sign out front that let us know we'd found the sheriff. Or at least his office, because from the looks of it neither he nor anybody else was there. A single light burned above the door, but none inside. A lone patrol car looked forgotten in the shadows of the parking lot.

"They must not have a very big force," Etta Mae said, leaning down to look through my window.

"Maybe they're all out on patrol. Let's go on, Etta Mae. I'd like to find the hospital before it gets too dark." A soft rain was still falling, the kind that seemed to have set in for the night. With the lowering clouds and high mountains around the town, the late afternoon was dark, lit only by a few streetlights and the few car headlights that pa.s.sed by.

"I bet the hospital is on the outskirts. They usually are. Oh, look there," Etta Mae said. "It's a cafe. Why don't we stop and eat, and maybe ask around for the hospital and a place to stay."

"That's a good idea. I could use a stop, and I'm hungry, too."

She went around the block, then parked on the side near the restaurant behind four or five other cars. Reaching into the back floorboard, I drew out the umbrella I always kept there. "I only have one, Etta Mae, but we can both get under it."

"You use it," she said. "I don't need it." And she dashed from the car and waited under the awning that extended over the sidewalk. All the businesses that we pa.s.sed on our way to the restaurant were closed, some apparently for the night, others forever. The restaurant seemed to be the busiest place in town, but it wasn't full. I hoped that Bud's Best Burgers, Etc. lived up to its name, while wondering what the Etc. entailed.

At least it was a family restaurant, for I saw a few children seated with their parents when we walked in. Maybe Sat.u.r.day night was eat-out night and Bud's Best Burgers was a treat for the whole family. Everybody looked up at us as we stood by the cash register, not knowing whether to sit down or wait to be seated.

"Jus' grab any place you want," a waitress yelled from behind the counter. She wore a white uniform and had her blond hair tied up with a red ribbon.

We slid into a booth, one of five or so across from the counter. After studying the sticky laminated menus, we both decided on the special: meat loaf, mashed potatos, lima beans and sliced tomatoes. I guessed that was part of the Etc.

A young lank-haired girl, who kept looking up from her pad to glance at us from under her heavy eyebrows, took our order. "You want coffee?" she asked, a broad tw.a.n.g in her voice.

"Yes, thank you," I said. "Ah, miss, we're just pa.s.sing through, but we need to stop for the night. Can you recommend a motel or inn where we can get a couple of rooms?"

She stared at me with her dark eyes, and I wondered for a minute how bright she was. "Ain't no motels, but they's cabins for rent all around. For the fis.h.i.+n', you know." She took our menus, leaned across the table and stuck them back behind the ketchup bottle, sugar, salt and pepper shakers. "I'll ask Bud. He might know who's got some empty 'uns."

Well, that brought out Bud himself, a short, overweight man with a toothpick in his mouth, his round body wrapped in a soiled ap.r.o.n. "Say you folks're lookin' for a place to stay? How long you here for?"

"Yes, we are," I said, although the man had addressed Etta Mae, as most men usually did. "And just overnight, I think."

"Well, Pearl Overstreet might have a cabin for you. I 'spect that's about the only place you'll find. She don't usually fill up till late in the season. Go back to the highway and turn left. Keep on a-goin' and you'll see her place about a mile out. You can't miss it. She's got a bait and tackle shop right in front. Turn in there and you'll see the cabins behind it. That'll be your best bet this late."

"Thank you so much. And," I said, as the young waitress slid our plates in front of us, "this looks delicious."

It wasn't bad, not exactly delicious, but welcome after a long day of travel and fast food. I dithered over the tip when we'd finished, not wanting to draw attention by being overly generous, but also wanting to leave good feelings behind us.

"Just do fifteen percent," Etta Mae whispered, understanding my dilemma. "That's probably more than she usually gets, but it's not too much."

Actually, it was the cheapest meal I'd had in a long time, so fifteen percent more hardly put a dent in my wallet. We waved and smiled at the waitress, who did not respond, and left the cafe with every eye in it following us.

"Let's go find Pearl's cabins, Etta Mae," I said. "We'll look for the hospital first thing tomorrow, but right now I am on my last legs."

Chapter 14.

As we drove through town, following Bud's directions to Pearl's cabins, we pa.s.sed a dark drugstore, a boarded-up movie house and a convenience store, which, besides Bud's, was the only downtown business open. On the edge of town, I saw a gas station selling a brand of gas I'd never heard of. Nonetheless, it was open, so I said, "We better stop and fill up, Etta Mae."

She glanced over and grinned. "Good idea. We're almost half empty."

"I like to be prepared," I said rather primly, then smiled at my own picky ways.

Before Etta Mae could get out to pump the gas, a young, coverall-clad man with a full head of red hair ran out from the station and leaned down to the window that Etta Mae lowered. "Fill 'er up?"

"Yes, please. Premium," she said, then turned to me. "I can't believe it. This must be the only full-service station in the country."

While the tank filled, the young man-Junior, from his sewn-on label-quickly cleaned the winds.h.i.+eld, then he leaned in toward the window. "Pop 'er hood an' I'll check the oil."

When that was done and he'd slammed the hood closed, he ran around the car and disconnected the gas pump. Wiping his hands on an oily rag, he reappeared at the window.

"Mighty fine car you got there," he said, "but she sure takes the gas, don't she? That'll be twenty-eight, sixteen."

I handed two twenties to Etta Mae, who pa.s.sed them to him. "Be right back with your change." And he dashed off, the oily rag flopping from his back pocket.

"Industrious young man, isn't he?" I said. When he returned with the change, I leaned over and asked, "Ah, Mr. Junior? Are we far from Pearl's cabins?"

Leaning over with his hands on his knees, he studied us for a few minutes. "No'm, not far. 'Bout a mile or so. Y'all not here for the fis.h.i.+n', are you?"

"Just pa.s.sing through," Etta Mae said, picking up on what I had told Bud earlier, "but we need to stop for the night."

"Well," Junior said, "they mostly take them that wants to fish an' stuff like 'at. A few others slip in now an' then. But it'll do for the night, I reckon."

As Etta Mae thanked him and turned the ignition, he slapped the roof of the car and said, "Y'all be careful now."

Pulling out onto the road, Etta Mae said grimly, "He didn't quite give Pearl a glowing recommendation, did he?"

"Beggars can't be choosers, I guess," I said. Then sitting up, I pointed to a sign. "Look, Etta Mae, the hospital's up that street. Just think, Mr. Pickens is only a little way from us. We could go see him now."

Etta Mae took her lower lip in her teeth, then shook her head. "No, let's wait. I think we ought to check in at Pearl's first and be sure we have a place to sleep. Then if you're not too tired, we can come back. Visiting hours are usually till nine, so there's plenty of time."

"You're right," I agreed. "From the way everybody's talking, Pearl might be our only hope for a bed. Let's get that settled, then see how we feel." Actually, at the thought of Mr. Pickens being so near, I was feeling quite rejuvenated.

The feeling didn't last long as we pa.s.sed small clapboard houses, looking dismal and rain sodden, interspersed with trailers, all with blue television lights emanating from their windows. Cars of all stripes and ages, a few up on blocks, filled the yards as well as the driveways. Large yellow plastic toys-tricycles and baby slides-had been abandoned in the yards.

After almost a mile of this unedifying stretch of road, Etta Mae turned in beside Pearl's Bait & Tackle and drew up in front of a small office with peeling paint and a listing porch. Several, but not many, other cabins were dotted around under the trees, and as we got out of the car, I could hear the rippling sound of a stream behind the cabins.

We walked into what seemed to be a one-room cabin and Etta Mae dinged the bell on the counter. A thin, morose-looking man, badly in need of a shave and dressed in overalls, came out of a bathroom. I knew because the sound of flus.h.i.+ng followed him.

"Good evening," I said, as he approached the counter. "We'd like two cabins, please."

"Ain't got but one. Prob'bly the last empty 'un in the county. Number twelve, down by the creek."

"Oh, well. Well, we'll take it."

"Be fifty dollars," he said, "for one. Sixty-five for two. In advance."

Holding my pocketbook below the counter so he couldn't see what was in it, I handed him the exact amount. "We don't think it'll be necessary, but we might want to stay another night. Will that be all right?"

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