Here's my contribution for the week.
I hadn’t made my mind up yet if I was going to help her. When I saw ‘Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead’, I still hadn’t decided.
At the last second I veered off the exit and the brightly lit ‘Burger King’ sign guided me to where she had asked me to meet her.
I pushed through the glass doors finger-painted with grease. She was sitting in the back booth, crying.
“What the hell is wrong with him?” she demanded. I was both happy and horrified to hear my ex-husband’s new wife ask this question.
I settled into the booth for a long and ugly conversation.