"Actually that place closed."

  "Do you remember why?" 

  The car's rugs were more cow shit than fibers.  The fresh air blazed through the stink.  Surfing in reality writing. 

  The girl thought about it.  "Actually it was because of a toddler eating cigarette butts!  The older lady in that bunch ordered the 'tourist trap' shut down.  And the brother who's our age, well, he, I guess you could say (i)outed(i) that the Dad was always drunk on craft beer since they'd used that part of the farm for that." 

  "Where do you guys eat now?" 

  "At home! None of us could ever afford to eat there anyway." 

  Trees standing still had grown surprisingly taller. 

  "How was it out there?" 

  "Oh.  Well.  DC really is a snake pit, probably because it has to be paired with other places in the world.  And most of TV and a lot of radio is shark tankish.  Kind of wizard of oz because there's a lot of fighting over who gets to say what, and (i)influence(i).  A lot of the country is on drugs.  And even retail has become like prisons.  You're not missing much by taking this time to have a family." 

  "Oh.  We gottah pick up a calculator!  We can get lunch at the dollar store." 

  "Cool."