John said that he didn’t think he could stand sleeping in the car that smelled of urine for another night so we got to stay at a real motel that night and we got to take real baths in a real bathtub and eat real food in a real restaurant. We also got to get our cloths washed which was good because my pajamas smelled so bad that putting them on made me gag.
When it was my turn for my bath my mom kept saying stuff like, “Make sure you wash extra well since you didn’t get to wash up this morning.” Or “You better do an extra good job washing because if you still smell when you’re done then I’m going to come in there and wash you myself.”