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“Let’s just call a tow truck.” Rita was already searching through her purse for her cell. “Anyone know where we are?” “Hopefully near a bridge, so I can throw myself off of it,”
“You ruined the sky for me today, Rita,” he said gruffly. “It’s flat-out mediocre without you up against it. I reckon it always will be now.”
“Figure out what you want and find a way to achieve it. No one can do it for you. Crying doesn’t help, and it’s making that black shit on your eyes run.”
Oh, yes. I see where the pain comes from. I want it to be my pain, too. Want you to give me half, so we can bear it together.
Listen to me. I sound like such a mother. Here’s one more mom-ism for good measure…You kids stop bickering, or I’ll turn this car around right now— “Stop,” Rita croaked. “Turn the car around.”
“When I saw you on the side of the road, Rita”—his perspiration-soaked head fell into the crook of her neck, but he lifted it to say the next words in her ear—“I saw my wife. I knew.”
“The way you looked at me, like no one else was there. No one has ever looked at me like that.”
