As Pamela was the only one who actually knew where she was going, she was the one who realized they were lost. In the darkness, all of the buildings looked the same, and she couldn’t see any street signs. She pulled over into the nearest office park. The others followed.
The knitters circled the wagons and conferred.
“We’re close,” said Pamela. “I think we just missed a turn somewhere. I don’t usually go there from the south.”
“Hey, Firefox Girl, can’t you navigate by the stars or something?” asked Shannan.
“It’s Foxfire,” said Allison. “The other one’s a web browser.”
“Whatever. Rural person! Navigate!” Shannan pointed to the stars with the guard shovel.
Allison searched the sky for the North Star, while Pamela, Kate, and Shannan helpfully misidentified constellations and distracted her.
Mera wandered over to a “space available” sign about fifty yards away and used one of the flashlights to read the address.
“We’re off Highlands Parkway SE,” she called back. “Isn’t there a Highlands in the street name? I feel like there’s a Highlands in the street name.”
“Huh?” various voices called back faintly.
Mera trekked back to the group, trying again as she drew closer. “We’re off of Highlands Parkway SE. Are you sure we’re lost? I think we’re close.”
Pamela started laughing. One side of her woven wrap came loose, and she tossed it back over her opposite shoulder as she caught her breath. “Everything looks alike in the dark,” she said. “We must just not have gone far enough yet. We’re on the right street. We just have to find the right office park.”
Kate looked around doubtfully at the generic looking buildings. “How on earth are we supposed to tell which office park is the right one?” she asked.
“We’ll just have to loop through all the possible office parks until we see it,” said Mera. “What do we remember about the complex?”
“It’s flat,” said Shannan. “One story, maybe? Or at least level on top. No –“ she gestured at the buildings currently surrounding them, with angled roofs – “witches’ hat roofs,” she finished.
“Brick,” said Pamela. “And the sign is itty bitty from the road.”
Kate shrugged, “I didn’t drive last time. I don’t really remember anything except the Jane Austen yarn and the Sea Silk.
“Oh, and the swift in the cotton room. Good times in that room.” She looked wistful.
“Okay,” said Allison. “I guess we just get back on the road and drive through any flat-topped brick office parks we pass on the way. We’re close. How many possibilities can there be?”
Everyone looked at her.
“Okay,” said Allison. “I guess we just get back on the road and drive through any flat-topped brick office parks we pass on the way.”
And thus, eventually, they arrived at their destination.