The Great Ryan Rescue Mission-Evading Capture

The Great Ryan Rescue Mission-Evading Capture.

Leaving the funeral parking lot at the speed of a scared rabbit, we headed off to the Hotel. We had to pick up Ryan's jeep. Which we did, filled up the cars and headed (at great speed and with the focus of a laser beam) out of town....out of the county.....out of the state.

About 100 phone calls from the family from heck and several hours later, we elected to stop to change from our funeral cloths.

Ryan hopped out of his jeep , with amazingly pleasant demeanor, and teasingly said "That's what they call evading capture".

Tammy and I repaired to the bathroom of the McDonalds where we stopped , to change into more comfortable travel cloths. I remember being nauseous at the thought that anyone would act in such a manner, at the funeral of someone they all professed to love.

After cleaning up, I rejoined them to learn that the phone calls were mostly to Ryan "Tell us where you are and if you're ok" and "We have things to talk about" and "I have something of your mama's to give to you" and the like. Apparently, they expected that Ryan (and company) would stay in repose at the hotel where we had been staying.

I don't know why they would believe that we would stay in a place , where it had been made graphically clear that we were not welcome.

The way home was long and arduous. Ryan was very tired....we all were.

Tammy and I made all kinds of (Inappropriate) jokes about Tammy not being allowed in Alabama ever again, and that there would be pictures of her on Billboards with the title "Jezabel" . (Tammy has , since , been through Alabama. I think she was a bit disappointed to find that no such billboards exist!...I mean, if you can't be welcome, second best is notorious, right?)

But we made it back to my home after midnight. All collapse into bed and safety of Melbourne, Florida.

 At last there would be an end to the abuse and the harassment...or would there be?