After they both agreed Donnalee's little shack wasn't an adequate place to spend some quality mother and daughter time, Lorena drove to her house in Furnace creek with Donnalee on the motorcycle behind.
When she arrived Lorena couldn't help comment Donnalee over her driving, the young woman was already swaying even before she got onto her steel steed.
"Did you ever crash?"
Donnalee swiped her hand over a shoulder smirking "Never, I got so good at driving this thing I can manage even when I'm drunk"
"Well I saw that, there were times I thought for sure you'd fall, but then you just gracefully recover from that mishap like a tumbling dove"
Donnalee laughed "A tumbling dove?"
Lorena was walking to her kitchen and gave her a glance "Yes, they're called Tumblers, never heard of them?"
"No? What they do? Tumble?" Donnalee asked scanning the house.