YOUR TURN TO WAIT



-Do you know how long I’ve been waiting up for you? She asked.
-No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me he said, weaving and slurring his words.
 -Actually I’m not, but I will tell you how thoughtless you are.
-Maybe it’s time we split up then.
-Is that your answer every time now?
-No. Next week I’ll have a new comeback for you.
-Next week you’ll have to mail it in, she said and walked out the front door.
-He shrugged and went to the couch to sleep but in his stupor couldn’t find it. 
Maybe she’s right, he thought scratching his head in confusion, his vision blurry, as he headed up to the bedroom. I’ll tell her tomorrow that I love her and my getting wasted days are over.
He lay down on the floor where their bed used to be and went to sleep muttering I love yous to his woman who at that very moment was heading Southbound on I-95 in a U-Haul filled with their house.



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