We didn’t have far to run to get home, and we had a fistfight in the driveway till one of the neighbors said he’d come down and shoot us if we didn’t be quiet and go to bed. So we went inside. I called Emily. I wanted her to tell me I was good, maybe thank me or something. But she had her mind made up to give me grief, and I shook my head because I didn’t understand. I said, “Dearest, I told you before that I was gonna do this and you didn’t say anything then.” She said, “That’s because I thought you were full of shit, baby.”
