Omigod, You Guys
I thought I could escape her, like any stupid human who got punched in the jaw by God’s wife (or the devil…) and had to deal with the pain, eventually deciding on distracting her and driving away. Yeah, how did that work?
Oh, right. Being railroaded into telling her the story by way of seasonably expedient traffic and/or a rainstorm. It wasn’t the type where you could just leave, either.
This was Noah-in-the-flood rain. This was live-in-a-car traffic. This was oddly hypnotic weather and, with my jaw and now arm arrested by shooting pain, there was nothing I could do except please Her for the freeing of them. So, without further ado, I began to spiel the story with…