Indianapolis

Jack ended the call, and slipped the phone back into its holder on his handlebars.

“Done. We have a room on the west bank of the White River, across from downtown.”

Hilda shoved their trash into the recycle bin. “Expensive?”

“More than the only hostel in town, but not much more. The main thing is that we don’t have to worry about where to stay, and the motel desk will be open.” Continue reading