Soon, we were pulled over on the side because the car was having problems. Both Dad and Des were trying to fix them.

"I'll take a look at the carburetor too!" Dad shouted.

Des was in the driver's seat,  attempting to start it up.

"Maybe it's an electric."

"No, keep turning, she'll start."

Des kept starting it up. All of a sudden, he stuck his head out the window.

"You brought your washing along I see?"

Dad looked at him.

"What? Oh...yeah." 

Dad nodded and grinned. Then, a police van pulled up in front of us. They got out and walked to Dad.

"Just a slight mechanical problem officers. I think we got it licked."

Right after that, the officers were walking away.

"What a relief to see a bobby's ass eh?" Des said.

We got the car running again. We found a place to eat. I haven't ate anything since dinner last night. I had a sandwich with fries, soon after, a large hot fudge sundae. I was starving! The uncomforting part was Des eating like a pig. He was asking Dad an Pam if they wanted half their food. 

"I have to go to the lou," Pam said as she stood up.

Dad was about to stand up too until Brogan showed up.

"Thought I might find you here!"

"Aw great!" Pam said as she sat back down.                                                                    

 Brogan sat down.

"Brogan, this is Des. Des, this is Brogan."

They shook hands.

"Where you headed Lar?" Brogan asked.

"We're on our way to Holyhead. We're on our way to see the family."

Brogan nodded.

"Did you get your letter yet?" Brogan asked me.

"Nope, not yet, patience."

"We're just about to go to the bathroom," I said.

"You going to the ladies' room, you'll get yourself arrested pal," Des said.

Dad smiled as he took my hand, me, him, and Pam walked away.

"Walk away slowly, don't run," Dad said.

As soon as we got away from the guys' field of visions, we were running back to the car. 

We were driving away.

"We said we're heading to Holyhead. How about we make it to Liverpool instead, we'll head to Dublin tomorrow morning," Dad said.

By the time we got to a hotel, it was close to darkness outside. We walked into the hotel. Everybody was looking at us like we're much different from them. As soon as we got to the desk.

"Can I help you?" the woman at the desk asked.

"Would you have a room for tonight? We're leaving for the Isle of Man in the morning," Dad said.

"Double beds, would it be sir?"

"Yes, for me, the missus, and my daughter. Isn't that right loves?"

We nodded.

"Alright, we also have a bed that pulls down from the wall for the daughter."

"That is fine."

"Sign here."

She gave Dad a small paper to sign. He signed the last name Brathwaite.

"Here's the key, have a nice night Mr. Brathwaite?"

"Can you tell us where the restaurant is?"

She told us where it was. We were on our way to our room. We got settled in until dinner time.