Can’t tell her about my new
career, dealing to hookers.
New job? School? Uh…marriage?
[Quick, think up a lie.]
“I signed up for classes.”
Did you get your GED?
[Go ahead, lie bigger.]
“I did, in fact. Last month.”
Where are you going to school?
[She won’t believe a university.]
“Up at the community college.”
Good choice, all things considered.
[What does that mean?]
“Trey thought it was a good idea.”
You’re not really going to marry him?
[You’re not, are you?]
“What’s wrong with him?”
Kristina, he’s a total loser.
Blood pressure rising.
“He is not! And I love him.”
You don’t know what love is.
And rising. “I suppose no
one knows that but you?”
You’re too young to get married.
Not that old line. Answer:
“You got married at eighteen.”
To a total loser. Look what happened.
Ears burning. “I don’t care!
Your life isn’t mine.”
Lower your voice this instant.