It was 11 PM when I received the call. Then the pleading began. I was cozy in the bed with Maggie. I was curled up reading an old Astronomy magazine -- drooling over the Meade telescopes for sale on the back page. I was so comfortable. The phone rang and rang, and I ignored it at first. It rang again and I laboriously lifted myself out of bed to answer. I thought something bad had happened in my family. Who would be calling so late?
"Can I borrow your car tomorrow?" Rosa asked hurriedly without the usual pleasantries.
"What's wrong with your car?" I asked.
"The batteries dead and I need to get to work," She replied.
I said no. After my car got stolen, I have been very protective of it. I often go and look outside to see if it is still there.
"I'll take you to work tomorrow," I said. "What time?"
"Don't worry about it," Rosa replied. "I'll ask my uncle if I can borrow his truck."
Okay. We hung up the phone and I lay in the bed for the longest time thinking about what just occurred. It was totally strange for Rosa to ask to use my car. It makes me worry she is using again and has pawned the title to her car. What tangled webs we weave.... I am probably worrying for naught, though.