“Hey, what’s going on with Trevor?” Rose asked.“What do you mean?”
“He’s been acting weird, flying off the handle. And the other night, I found him down at The Donut Shoppe hanging with some girl.”
Ethan sighed into the phone, and from the popping sound in the background, Rose could tell he was opening a beer.
“I haven’t even talked to him outside of work lately. I don’t know what his deal is. Wish I did,” Ethan said. He paused for a moment and then he said, “Ahh. That hits the spot.”
“Ethan, do you think he’s messing around?”
“With that girl? I don’t know. Hey, wanna come over? Sherri’s not here and I got a few extra beers.”
“Uh, I don’t know.”
“C’mon, please? It’ll help you take your mind off Trevor.”
In her marriage bedroom, Rose stood before their disheveled blankets, staring into space, with the phone clutched tightly in her hand. She walked out into the kitchen and turned around in a circle, drinking in the silence. Trevor would have been done with work hours ago, yet he wasn’t here.
She went to the fridge, took the hamburger that she was supposed to make dinner with, and tossed it into the trash.
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Thanks, Bryan, I appreciate the coverage. Every little bit helps. :)
My pleasure!
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