Dorothy wrote down the address of the room on a table napkin and left the JavaNet Cafe with a double mocha whipped express.
She would have to ride six kilometers on her bicycle to reach the Tar Pits , and then ; if she liked the room ; a six km. ride back to the bus station to collect her luggage . Followed by ; another six km. ride back to the Villa La Brae with her luggage ; to get moved in before her first class in the morning.
Dot had all but decided while she rode her bicycle over to the rooming house that she would take the room for one semester no matter what condition it was in . And then pick the best rooms from the among the ones left vacant by the second term drop outs and failures.
La Brae Tar Pits Dr. winds downwards thru the ravine and comes to a dead end at the tar pits.
Dot hestitated to walk her bicycle down the muddy lane to the address on the napkin. So she left the bike chained to the stump of a suitably sized tree by a lamp post. Then Dot walked along the sticky gravel path towards the Villa as it meandered past the corpses of dead shrubberies and gurggle-ing bubbles of tar swamp.
Furnished rooms for rent for the Hearing Impaired:
