Someone’s said on the other line, “He’s in Laguna.”
She rushed home at 6o’clock, cooked dinner and waited.
Tick tock. Tick tock. 8o’clock…traffic? 9:30 …food’s getting cold, the beer warm. Ten…eleven…lit up a cigarette, waiting.
At one, she took a shower to cool her stinging eyes, and slept without turning on the lights.