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Part 7

They both pile back into the car and the engine roars to life. The drive is short, because they find a cheap looking motel on the side of the road and decide to take a chance. Eddie, however, has fallen asleep in the passenger seat, so Richie decides to lock up and go get a room for them on his own. There's no point in waking Eddie up now, because Richie isn't even sure they have enough money to stay one night, and he can easily sign in on his own.

Going into the motel, Richie walks straight up to the old woman working the counter. It must be at least eight PM now. He smiles down at the woman and she shows no trace of courtesy.

"How much for one room?" Richie asks.

The woman takes a deep breath before turning her entire body toward her clipboard. Scanning the papers, she says, "For how many nights?"

"Just the one." Richie hums. The woman scribbles something down.

"Thirty-five," she says blandly. And Richie guesses he can afford that.

"I'll take it," Richie replies, rummaging through his pocket to give the woman the required money. She takes it, counts it, and shoves it into a box. "Here ya go." The woman slides the clipboard across the counter so that Richie can see it, and plops her pen down onto it with a quiet click. "Write down your information." Gliding her finger across the form, she indicates what Richie needs to fill out and he does so rather quickly, his exhaustion getting the better of him. I just wanna get a room, lady. I need to shower and relax.

When he's done, he pushes it back towards the woman, an antsy look on his face as his whole body begins to tremble with impatience.

"All right," she says slowly. "Breakfast starts at 7 and is served in the next room over." She lazily points a finger to the room to their right. "It's free of cost. Enjoy your stay. Here's your key. Room 555."

"Cool, cool," Richie says, grinning. "Thanks... Judith." He reads her name off her nametag and then turns on his heel to make his way back to his pickup truck. Eyeing Eddie from where he sleeps in the front seat, Richie grins to himself, knocking on the window lightly as though not to startle Eddie awake too terribly. Since the window is open halfway, Richie says, "Spaghetti Man. Up and at 'em. Room 555 at our service." And Eddie shifts in his seat before blinking his eyes repeatedly, settling them on Richie's towering figure.