wheelsonthebus

I’m coming back from the grocery store about 9pm when she texts me she needs the car all week. Won’t tell me why. The next time she texts me it’s 1:30am and she had just called me frantically to mess with me, ended the call in a furor. In the text she claims the baby was coughing and I hung up on her. To make it look like I was doing something wrong. The first time I had heard of the symptom when I read it there.
I let it go until I’m on the bus in the morning. (After I had gone in to change into work clothes, she caught me as I was lacing up my boots to confront me, accuse me.) I text her to tell her if it’s an emergency and I’m not there she has to call 911, clenching a turd and scanning for threats in vicinity. Half an hour to go. Writing it all down helps, I think; I pray. I go back to The Passenger.