I went to sit in the bus station and think this over. I ate another apple pie and ice cream; that’s
practically all I ate all the way across the country, I knew it was nutritious and it was delicious, of
course.

We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.

Galatea Dunkel was a tenacious loser.

I have an enormous fondness for delicious food. It's very comforting.

How long do you think it will take us to cross?” Jefferson asks.

“According to the Major, about three and a half days,” I say, looking at the sky. “It’s Monday afternoon. Maybe we’ll be across by Thursday at sunrise.”

He whistles. “I was happier before I knew that.”

“Think of it this way: Once we cross, we’re in California. Give or take a mountain range or two.”

Therese says, “Then we’re practically almost there.

But all that being said about modulation, if you're serving people delicious food, they won't complain.