The motel was a rundown hulk: urine-colored buildings surrounded by droopy, leafless trees. The few rust-buckets that littered the parking lot looked ...suspicious, the kind of cars one’s drug-addicted cousin would drive. Whenever nice cars were in the lot, you knew it was kids from town, partying. Apparently, no one felt like partying tonight. I pushed the car door open and approached Room 4. I wasn’t sure how to act or what I would say when Sarah opened the door. She’d probably be pissed I was. ”“Okay, so what do you want to talk about then?” she asked.Slowly turning back to face the TV on the opposite wall of the room, he reluctantly said a mental goodbye to the weather girl of his wanton wishlist, stopped jigging the remote in his hand and hit the power button. The girl’s smile disappeared as the screen went dark and the small LED in the bottom right corner changed from green to red.He turned to face her once more and said, “I thought we could talk about our mutual infidelity.”She. ”Yohnny.’ Colie called me that ’cause she couldn’t say the ‘Jay’ sound. Yohnny. That’s what a little girl called me, called me years and years ago.’ ‘We called you that because it was OUR name for you,’ Madison said, beginning to cry. ‘No one else could call you that, just us.’ ‘But, Madison, I’m just a…’ Johnny said. ‘A wonderful man that did everything he ever could to make a little girl happy,’ Madison cried. ‘She was my sunshine,’ Johnny said. ‘She was my sun and my moon.’ ‘I wanted to. " Ifollowed her out of my room and down the hall to her room. Momwalked over to a dresser in the corner and opened the top drawer,"This was your father's dresser, son, I want you to see what hewore every day of his life after marrying me." With thatstatement she started pulling clothing out of the drawer andplacing the items on the bed. "Son, not only did your fatherbelieve, as I do, that females are superior. But with mypermission and encouragement, he tried to become more like us.Your older.