I should’ve told Lee.
The thought raced through my mind, I should’ve told him, he needed to know. But any way I turned it over, I came out sounding bad. I didn’t want to take her to the store so she went herself. Only she doesn’t know her way around and she can’t drive so she’s walking…I could almost hear him, “She’s what?”
Though I was alone, my lover at work and me behind the wheel of my Jeep, I winced at the tone of voice I knew he’d use. No, but really—she’s the one who left. This isn’t my fault.
That would earn me a thin-lipped frown, raised eyebrows, flared nostrils as Lee glowered, waiting for me to cave in and take the blame. My fault, I thought. It wasn’t funny in the least but I couldn’t hold back a laugh as I pulled up to a stop sign. My hand jiggled the gearshift nervously.
