You drive me out to the middle of nowhere, and I swear you’re going to kill me. The time has come for this to end, I feel it. I sense the change in you, and I bet people in normal relationships never worry about their partner killing them. That sense of security must be nice. But we aren’t normal, you and I. To forget this, I realize, would be a mistake. Maybe it already has been a mistake. Maybe that’s why we’re here on this desolate farm to market road, quiet, distant, and so in love. Tell me, Jude, I want to say to you, was it? Was it all a mistake? But I bite my tongue.
alreadyI don’t speak, and I stare at the sun. I know they say it’s bad for you, but I do a lot of things that are. The light glistens off the dash; it dances, just like you and I, and it is blinding. I know too much ab
