“I don’t have a choice,” I reply. “Remember? I get a shot in my ass every two weeks.”
Carolyn shudders and also smiles.
“I hate shots,” She replies as she eats her freshly prepared sushi.
“My ex-wife loved this restaurant,” I tell her.
“I wish you wouldn’t talk about her,” Carolyn says. “She was nuts. She needed to be medicated.”
I smirk. I don’t like Carolyn belittling my ex-wife though. Rachel had her faults, but she tried so hard when dealt with the most trying of circumstances. She loved me to the bitter end.
“My drinking drove Rachel crazy,” I reply in Rachel’s defense as I take another bite of my chicken.
“I can’t imagine you drunk,” Carolyn says.
“You don’t want to imagine me drunk,” I reply candidly. “I was not a very nice person when drinking.”
“Well, don’t ever start back and we will be fine,” She replies.
We finish our meal. I pay and leave a tip. The traffic out of Atlanta is horrendous. I look over to find Carolyn has fallen fast asleep. It is getting close to midnight. I reach over to grab her hand and she stirs and looks over at me.
“I love you, faults and all,” She says sleepily. “Rachel was a fool to leave you.”
I grasp her hand tightly as I pull off of the Lagrange exit to get some gas. Carolyn has fallen back asleep. Her face is all alit by the bright lights of the convenience store as I pull up to the gas pump.
“It’s good to not be alone,” I say as I stand out in the harsh cold as I swipe my debit card to fill up.
I can still see her sleeping in the car. It is so good to not be alone.