At the traffic light two turns from her house the White Stripes' "I'm Bound To Pack It Up" comes on and she says, tears in her eyes, "We're not going to last much longer, are we?"
I struggle for a minute with the lie ready to lead and say, "I don't know." One lie for another, I guess.
At her house I turn down the CD player and she says, "What happened?"
I know my answer won't satisfy her, as it's a crap answer. It is, however, the only one I have: "I just want to be alone for awhile."
"Fuck you," she says. I nod.
A few seconds go by and she says, "I kept telling myself it was going to happen." Nothing from me. "And you kept saying I had nothing to worry about."
I consider letting it rest, but I say, quietly, "Yeah." I'm not much with words.
She cries for a minute, and says, "You can come get your stuff when you want it. Just call first." I nod again.
She steps out of the car and walks into the house. I sit there. After a moment, I start the car. I turn the CD player back up. I drive home.
I struggle for a minute with the lie ready to lead and say, "I don't know." One lie for another, I guess.
At her house I turn down the CD player and she says, "What happened?"
I know my answer won't satisfy her, as it's a crap answer. It is, however, the only one I have: "I just want to be alone for awhile."
"Fuck you," she says. I nod.
A few seconds go by and she says, "I kept telling myself it was going to happen." Nothing from me. "And you kept saying I had nothing to worry about."
I consider letting it rest, but I say, quietly, "Yeah." I'm not much with words.
She cries for a minute, and says, "You can come get your stuff when you want it. Just call first." I nod again.
She steps out of the car and walks into the house. I sit there. After a moment, I start the car. I turn the CD player back up. I drive home.
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