Page 6 of Alice & Meg, Girls Trip

Reva held up her hands in surrender. “I am not disagreeing with you.”

“Okay, okay,” Cyn called, waving us back to the task at hand. “We can talk about mailboxes later. I think right now we need to get this beast backed in since we are blocking the road.”

“I second that,” Greta said, glancing at the road behind us.

“Third,” Lennox agreed, nodding vigorously.

“Fine, fine. You guys go stand over there and watch the master at work,” I said, gesturing to the other side of the road.

They moved obediently, gathering at a safe distance to watch the show. I took a deep breath and climbed back into the RV, sliding into the driver’s seat. The wheel felt solid in my hands, and I adjusted the mirrors one last time. I could do this. I had done it before, and I’d do it again—mailboxes be damned.

I turned the key, and the engine rumbled to life, sending a comforting vibration through the vehicle. Slowly, I eased off the brake, letting the RV roll backward and cranked the wheel untilI was lined up between the two trees. The massive side mirrors gave me a good view of the trees on either side, but I still leaned forward, peering out the window to judge the distance.

“Hug the left,” I muttered to myself, turning the wheel ever so slightly. The RV responded smoothly, the rear inching closer to the left tree.

I straightened the wheel, backing in slowly, inch by inch. The space seemed to shrink the closer I got to the trees. My heart pounded in my chest as I kept my eyes glued to the mirrors, making sure I wasn’t about to take off a side mirror or worse.

The girls stood on the other side of the road, silent now, watching intently. I could see Reva’s hands clenching and unclenching, and Greta’s eyes were wide as saucers. Cyn nodded in approval, Lennox had her fingers crossed, and Paige had her hands over her eyes.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the rear of the RV cleared the trees. I straightened out, pulling forward slightly to make the final adjustments. With one last turn of the wheel, I positioned the RV perfectly within the trees, leaving just enough space on the right for the slide-out.

I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and opened the window, pumping my fist in the air. “Yeah!”

Greta cheered. “That is how you back that ass up!”

“Oh dear God,” Paige laughed, shaking her head. “Meg, you’re a miracle worker.”

I grinned as I shut off the engine and climbed out of the RV, feeling a swell of pride. Backing into that spot had been a test, but I’d aced it—mailbox incidents notwithstanding.

“Not bad for a chick who can’t avoid mailboxes,” I joked, walking over to join the others.

Reva rolled her eyes but smiled. “Okay, fine, I’ll admit it—you’re better at this than I gave you credit for.”

“Thank you, thank you,” I said, giving a mock bow. “Now, let’s get set up and get ready for Alice and the girls.”

Alice

“Is that her?”

A huge smile spread across my lips. “That would be Meg,” I laughed, leaning forward over the steering wheel to get a better look.

Meg was in the middle of the road, waving her arms like a wild woman, jumping up and down as if we might somehow miss her. Her purple hair bounced with each leap, and her overalls—a bright red that practically glowed in the sunlight—stood out against the green backdrop of the trees. She looked like she was having the time of her life, her grin as wide as the horizon.

“You think that’s our campsite?” Raven asked, chuckling as she leaned closer to the windshield.

Karmen, Nikki, and Wendy crowded toward the front, trying to get a better view. “Is she wearing overalls?” Karmen asked, squinting as if that would help her see more clearly.

“Did you bring your cow print overalls?” Wendy turned to me with a smirk.

“You bet your ass I did,” I laughed. “And I’m putting them on as soon as I park the Mini Weenie.”

The Mini Weenie was nice—Wrecker and I had spent hours making sure it was just right—but it had nothing on Meg’s behemoth rig. We pulled up beside her, and I rolled down the window.

“You made it!” Meg cheered, leaning into the window. “Oh, this is nice,” she cooed, running her fingers along the inside trim.

“It should hopefully get the job done,” I sighed, knowing my little camper wasn’t nearly as grand as Meg’s setup.

Meg turned and motioned to the campsite. “I figure you can just pull right in. I took the spot that needed to be backed into.”

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