Shore Lunch

She sat up abruptly in the passenger seat. “Where are we?” “Missouri somewhere,” he said. She plucked off her sunglasses.  The evening was overcast.  She squinted against its gray light and yawned. “Missouri?” “Yep.” “Why didn’t you wake me up when we crossed the river?” “Sorry.” “Well why didn’t you?” “I forgot.  I had the radio on.” “I wanted a …