told her to shut the hell up, Brad
went off the deep end. I thought
he was going to haul off and hit me.
I can picture it all clearly. But
there’s a puzzle piece missing.
And it has something to do with,
“Crashing?” How did he know
she was using, let alone crashing?
I never noticed it, not even
sitting across the table from
her. What hasn’t he told me?
“What haven’t you told me?”
He stops ranting, studies me,
trying to decide how much
information I can handle.
Promise you won’t get mad?
I don’t want to fight with you,
too. He looks like he could break.
This can’t be good. But
what the hell? I’d almost
given up on ever seeing
him again, anyway. If this
is the last straw, I don’t have
to get mad, do I? “Promise.”
You know the girl in Stockton,
the one I told you about?
Truth is, it was Angela.
Bang! Everything falls
right into place. I do get
mad. Jealous. Insanely so.