They stopped for breakfast at a weirdlooking diner that looked like something out of an old-timey movie. “This looks like the kind of place we wouldn’t normally stop at,” Erin reminded her mother as they went through a door that was actually the heel of a big, blue boot. “Oh, this isn’t that kind of place,” Erin’s mother said, “this is nostalgic!” Erin didn’t know about nostalgic, but her nose told her the food smelled very, very good. “Haven’t you ever heard of Route 66?” her dad asked as they slid into a hot pink booth that had a gold star for a table. “It was the first real highway across the country, after the automobile was invented.” Erin gave her dad a dubious look. Her parents were old—thirty-something—but they weren’t that old! And this wasn’t exactly the interstate, she thought, looking out the window. This was nowhere—maybe even a few miles past it.
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