“Where we goin’, Mother?” Dale’s voice is thin, almost tired sounding. “I wanna go back to bed.” That is more like a whine.
“Go to sleep in the back seat, Honey. We’ve got a long way to go.” She looks in the mirror to address him, but it is too dark to see. She can’t tell if she feels exhilaration at their escape or fear for what may lie ahead. But they haven’t gotten away yet. They still must make it to the highway. She starts the hulking Chevrolet, pulls the gearshift down, and steers towards the gate. She doesn’t turn on the lights right away, thinking she will be less conspicuous without the lights until she is on the gravel road beyond the fence, but she can’t see well enough even to discern where the dirt drive is.