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The next morning, The Princess is bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by 7:00. Whatever it is that we’re doing with all this driving and sleeping in funny places, she’s on board.
Gumma and I drag The Princess out of our room in her swim suit. She’s been game for everything we’ve thrown at her since leaving Gumma and Umpa’s house yesterday morning, and I am in awe.
We walk hand in hand across the red-paved parking lot to the deserted pool. The closer we come to the water, the flappier my girl gets. When she finally realizes that we are actually going in, she lets out a squeal of glee that melts my heart.
We get in the shallow end, and she happily bounces around like a rubber ball. I pick her up, and she kicks. I blow motor boat noises in the water with my mouth, and she cackles. She sits on the edge and splashes into my arms. We make no less than eighty-five laps around the shallow end before heading back to our room, where Gumma has returned with breakfast burritos from Sonic and Umpa, Jessie, and Arlington are patiently awaiting The Princess’s return.
Snarfing down a couple of burritos each, we pack up our stuff and load the cars back up with the necessities we had brought in. It’s just starting to get hot out, and I’m getting excited.
In only a few hours, we’ll be at Red House.
Stay tuned for Part Five.
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