Thursday, August 12, 1977

The drive up to McLean on Route 95 was much easier with company and two drivers. Peter saw that Bernadette was a natural driver. Her anticipation skills were exceptional. With weapons in the car, they were careful not to get stopped for speeding. Peter said, “It will be good to have a place to keep some weapons and other gear. If we didn’t have loaded weapons, we could fly up. I hope to soon have a place to stay. This drive is boring and tiresome. If I never see 95 again, I won’t complain.”

Walking from the valet parking at the Washington Hotel, Bernadette had to remind herself this was make believe as she entered the hotel on Peter’s arm wearing a wedding ring and a two-carat diamond engagement ring. He gave them to her during the drive from Amelia Island. She thought, It was a good thing I wasn’t driving when he gave these to me. A girl doesn’t expect to be engaged and married at 70 mph on Route 95. Peter told her the rings would make the next few days easier. She asked if she had to give them back. He said he wouldn’t ask for them.

Bernadette noticed that the staff knew Peter and greeted him. When she entered the suite he usually stayed in, she understood why. Terry told her Peter was well to do but this was ridiculous. She could retire on what he’d spent since she met him.

As soon as the bellhop left and the door closed, Peter said, “Tonight we have a good meal, try out this giant bed, and get ready to work first thing after breakfast. Tomorrow’s dress is Levis, walking shoes, and a dark tee. Also wear this ball cap and your dark shades.”