Day One: Asked and Answered
Day One _should_ have ended
at 11:30 p.m.,
Candlewood Suites,
Pearl, Mississippi.
Instead, Candlewood had one more scene.
Been through that lobby
with Orca enough times
that the front desk knows
the usual configuration:
me,
road-tired,
with dog.
This time, her absence checked in first.
“Is your dog with you?”
“Nope, I just have my daughter this time.”
And there it was: the gap.
They hadn’t asked
whether there was _a pet_.
Hadn’t asked
whether Orcus contained
anything small,
furry,
opinionated,
and difficult to explain
on a registration form.
They asked about a dog.
The answer was no.
Between the question they asked
and the question they meant,
one little strip of unmonitored language
opened just wide enough
for four pounds of Bubbles.
He wasn’t a dog.
That was the full extent
of our legal strategy.
Then came fifteen minutes
in which a Candlewood Suites
in Pearl, Mississippi,
acquired the stress level
of _Mission: Impossible_.
No ceiling wires.
No elaborate disguises.
No exploding gum.
Just Ava and me,
four pounds of classified cargo,
and the sudden conviction
that every camera
had been installed
specifically for this moment.
Turns out,
trying to look like people
with nothing to sneak
is _exactly_ how people look
when they are sneaking something.
Every casual step
felt rehearsed.
Every glance at a camera
became a confession.
Somewhere between Orcus
and a safely closed hotel-room door,
four pounds became
the heaviest thing in Mississippi.
Fifteen minutes later:
Bubbles inside,
operation complete,
stress returning
to non-cinematic levels.
Success.
No lie told—
just one small truth
asked to carry
four extra pounds.
Orca wasn’t with us.
They never asked who was.
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