They were quickly approaching the town. The old mill rose up as a metal monstrosity, against the night sky, to their left, as they passed it. It was still lit up, since the work was never done there. Randal was glad he had gone to university, rather than settling for a mill job like his father. His father worked the night shift, and would still be there, toiling.

"So, some of your family's from Alabama. I wouldn't have figured." He gave her a white grin, as the Hank Williams Jr. song ended and gave way for a Walmart commercial. "My accent was softened when I went to university. I attended the University of Chicago, where my speech stood out like a sore thumb. I guess I changed how I speak a bit as a result. People around here tease me, saying I sound like a Blues Brother. Fact is I have a few cousins living in Alaska, working on oil rigs, so I guess I shouldn't be to surprised.'

In the distance the town could be seen, though it wasn't lit up like a larger town. The neon sign for Rosco's Gas and Go stood out in the darkness, as the only point of light besides the stars and the waning moon. He still couldn't read the sign so they had a few more minutes.

"So, how was the wedding. I assume the bride was beautiful. They always are. Did you do a lot of dancing?" He wondered how good a dancer she was. The girls around here were into line dancing, but he didn't figure that a big city girl would be in for that sort of thing.