We are leaving. I am asked, "Won't the C's take you home?" "The Mcs. will. They are my landlords." Then we are walking along to the C's where we are invited. I should have gone with them. We turn into a dirt road. She said, "It is the Arizona Royal Highway." "Are we almost there?" I ask. "About half a mile yet."... Now we are nearly through, only two partly filled yellow pages left.