The Trailer Park The Road TripChapter 20
"Do you think we'll survive?" I squeezed Tami's hand in response. Actually, I squeezed her hand to buy time. Tami had a bad habit of asking questions without any clue to context. With Tami, the question could mean anything. Would the human race survive the threat of nuclear or biological war? Or would our relationship survive? Maybe more specifically, would it survive my cousins? Maybe it was about the group. Would we all make it through this road trip? Hell, it could even be would the...