Cal’s driving. The music is loud. More than 17. Loud enough to drown out emotions. Silas leans back in the passenger seat.
“Are there parts of the self that aren’t real?” He asks. She shakes her head.
“Nope it’s all real,” she says.
“Even the parts you regret?”
“Especially.”
“So when people say ‘I wasn’t myself?’”
“Bullshit.”
He taps his fingers on the arm of the seat. She looks out the window. The road is smooth and black.
“Abby says I should go see her in the hospital,” Cal says. Silas looks out the window. The trees are lit. Ready for Christmas. The side of her face is shaded black and white.
“Is she pressing charges?”
Cal shrugs.
“Said on the news she’d make me pay.”
The radio blares. Oh, don’t give us none of your aggravation. We had it with your discipline.
“Three in 10 minutes,” Silas says.
“What?’
“That’s how often people lie.”
“Bet no one likes to hear that.”
“Yeah, no one does,” he says
The radio blares. Well they’re packed pretty tight in here tonight. I’m looking for a dolly who’ll see me right.
“I should probably thank you,” he says.
“You probably shouldn’t.”
The radio blares. I may use a little muscle to get what I need. I may sink a little drink and shout out she’s with me.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
Cal shrugs
“Bowling or something?”
“Sure. Sounds good.”
The radio blares. Saturdays night’s alright for fighting. Get a little action in
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