#Chapter Fifty-Eight
Melanie stood up on the passenger seat of Kitty's convertible, her arms in the air, hair flying everywhere. "We should do this more often! I love road trips like this!"
"Right?" Kitty yelled, her heart bursting with joy. Christ, it said a lot that her best friend excited her more than her husband ever could. "We're going to have so much fun!"
"I want to see if Dalgaco has changed," Melanie said as she sat back down. She removed her sunglasses. "I wonder if it's still salmon crazy.
"Come on," Kitty said. "They'll never get over that."
"I know, right? I don't know what I was thinking."
"What are you going to do once we reach?"
"I'm going to visit some relatives first, okay? Let's meet at the diner facing the longest crosswalk later."
"Sure," Kitty said and in two hours, they reached Dalgaco. Melanie set off to visit her relatives while Kitty's feet took her to the only place she visited Dalgaco for. She walked and walked until she was finally there.
The water was still and there were yellow leaves floating on top of it, along with some branches. She picked up a stone and headed to the end of the bridge, where she threw the rock into the water and it skipped across the surface. Bending down, she put one hand into the water and brought her wet hand to her nose again to smell it. It didn't smell of anything.
She cupped both her hands and submerged it in the water and collected water in her hands to splash it over her face. She washed her face with the water and the refreshing cold touch stayed on her cheeks. Smiling forlornly, she laid herself down on the bridge. Resting on her side, she pulled her legs to her chest and closed her eyes.
Within minutes, she was asleep.