Refugee Prison Break

Chapter 29

The next few hours flew by as we itemized all our equipment and sorted them by activity.

We were almost ready to set off when there came a knock on the door! My heart was already racing from the caffeine shot, and when this happened, I thought, "We're done! The police have found us!"

I motioned to Aunt V. to answer. Having a U.S. accent, and being of a mature age, I believed she would arouse the least suspicion.

"If they want to come inside," I whispered, "tell them your husband is sick and naked in bed."

Aunt V. composed herself, and went to the RV's side door. She opened it a creek and peeked out. It was 10p.m.

"What can I do for you, young man?" she said.

"I'm sorry, but there's no overnight parking here, Mam. I'm going to have to ask you to move on."

"No problem. We'll be heading off very soon."

"I'm really sorry, Mam, but my manager says I have to watch you leave. So..."

Aunt V. turned to me. I gave her a thumbs-up.

"We'll go now."

As she jumped in the driver's seat, Ernesto and I continued organizing in the back. Lengths of rope, and loose spanners and screwdrivers, and food supplies rocked and swayed as the vehicle rumbled into motion.