We’re on Route 3 near The Meadowlands. Charlie veers off an exit. There’s no traffic, so this is mysterious.
We pull into the parking lot of a Sheraton hotel.
“Thanks for stopping,” Barbara says. “I have to go so bad.”
She runs off the van into the lobby of this hotel. She returns roughly 90 seconds later.
“Thanks for waiting,” she says.
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