He has that bewildered, far away look of an alien autopsy witness on a cover of National Inquirer.
“You ok?”
His gaze slides in my direction. “just getting back from a date”
“it’s only 5 pm?”
“the date was last night”
“Tinder?”
“How did you guess? Got no sleep whatsoever.”
“you gonna see . . . her? Again?
“I am going to think this over later. . . first I need to regroup and go meet my parents for dinner in an hour.”
My eyes meet his in a rear view mirror—his are going half mast and the angle of his torso has taken on a strong diagonal lean.
“you are not going to meet your parents in an hour..”
Gentle snore resonates in response..
“You ok?”
His gaze slides in my direction. “just getting back from a date”
“it’s only 5 pm?”
“the date was last night”
“Tinder?”
“How did you guess? Got no sleep whatsoever.”
“you gonna see . . . her? Again?
“I am going to think this over later. . . first I need to regroup and go meet my parents for dinner in an hour.”
My eyes meet his in a rear view mirror—his are going half mast and the angle of his torso has taken on a strong diagonal lean.
“you are not going to meet your parents in an hour..”
Gentle snore resonates in response..