in conversation, I can
tell Mom I asked,
but he had other plans.
I call about eight.
“Hey, Trent. It’s Kristina.
Long time, no talk.
“I heard you’re working
for a lawyer. Hope
he’s really cute!”
Trent hesitates, not
at all sure why I’m striking
up a conversation.
He’s not bad, actually.
But that can’t be why
you called. What’s up?
To the point, and why
not? We haven’t spoken
since before I had Hunter.
“Actually, I’m driving over
to Stockton tomorrow
afternoon and wondered
if you’d like to ride along.
I thought you might like
to drop in on Robyn.”
Thanks for thinking
of me, Kristina. But
I have to work and
even if I didn’t, I
wouldn’t go. Robyn
is on a fast track to death.