Almost there.

This late, traffic was light light as she drove through Charleston on I-64/I-77. She kept turning her head to gaze at the illuminated Capitol Dome covered in gold leaf as she sped along. It was commonly supposed that the Rockerfeller's were the "anonymous" donors who made that possible, but it continued to be a well-kept secret and had never been confirmed. She was tempted to exit at the Capitol-complex and pay a late night visit to the War Memorial designed by her friend JB. Abiram let her know, however, that now was the time for heading home, and that he would brook no late-night interlude this close to Grizzly Holler.

She exited the freeway onto Rte. 61 at Cheylan.   The silver moonlight on the river rivaled the gold glow of the Capitol Dome 10 miles behind her. Occasionally she could see barges being pushed along the river by sturdy tugboats, those headed downstream laden with coal, and those pushing upstream empty. An image arose in her mind of Callie, covered in coal-dust, emerging from behind a mound of coal to face the startled eyes of Abraham.