Excerpt: Good Roads for Considerate Drivers, from Gettysburg on!

As they left, Alfred leaned over. "Why did you tell him we were going to Pittsburgh?"
"Well, we are."
"But we're not stopping there."
"No, but he didn't ask us where we were stopping, and I wasn't about to tell him. Besides, we might stop there."
They arrived at the car and she continued. "Besides, you're on the run from your Mafia family. We don't want everyone to know where we're going."
He sat down. "My family really isn't in the Mafia."
"That's what you've been brought up to think." She started the car and turned onto the road. A train whistle sounded, and a crossing in front started to drop it's gate.
"Well, where did that come from?" She exclaimed suddenly as they stopped behind the few cars waiting. "I guess we didn't spend long enough. I thought I heard it go by while we were in the store, but it must have been a truck or something. Well." She through the car into park. "Hand me the tin of crackers please. No sense sitting here doing nothing."
He brought up the crackers and handed them to her. She opened the tin and looked at the paper still sealing the crackers. "Didn't I open this box? I could've sworn there's an open box."
"No, I think that tin was finished." He looked under the seat, but couldn't see any of her crackers. He reached for the crackers he had bought in New Jersey. "There's these."
She crumbled her nose at them, and looked at her tin. "Well, I suppose there are those. But didn't I really finish these?" She peered under the seat herself.
As she did so, the caboose passed the gates, and they started to rise. "The train's passed." Alfred said to the top of her head.
"Hmm?" She was going through a box under the seat.
"The train's passed and the gates are up!" Behind them, horns started to blast.
"Is that so?" She said, still looking under the seat. Alfred looked behind him to the cars behind them. He wanted to let them go around, but cars were coming the other way.
"Certainly you can find the crackers later. We're holding up the cars behind us."
"Why don't they go around?" She poked her head up and saw the line of cars coming on the other side. "I suppose that's a good reason." She threw the car in gear and started up, just as the car directly behind started to pass on the right, effectively cutting it off. Another horn blasted, but Willa didn't seem to mind as she crossed the tracks. She kept an eye on the car in back. "You might as well pout all that away." She said. "I don't want to turn in to a driveway to stop and look, and have it be their house. Ah, see! They turned right where I would've stopped."