"What happened to this place?" Jessica asked.
Myrna continued to the small square table near the sleeping area, which consisted of two sets of curtained bunks stacked on either side of the corridor.
"Huh?" Myrna glanced over her shoulder.
"The bus. It's clean."
"Uh, one too many loogies between the toes and I made the guys clean it up. I couldn't live in that disgusting mess."
"Impressive." Jessica couldn't get the "guys" to do anything when she'd briefly toured with them over two years ago. And they'd been less famous then. Less full of themselves.
"Have a seat," Myrna offered. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Thanks. That would be nice." Jessica slid into the booth, her back facing the exit, and looked around the bus. On second glance, this wasn't the same bus they'd had when she'd toured with them. This one was much nicer. It even had a pair of doors that led to other rooms near the back.
"What would you like?" Myrna asked.
