can I do? I got to go.â
He runs past me down the stairs. âHey, what about a little kiss farewell from you, chump?â
âI donât mean to be mean but Iâm in a hurry, Bo.â We wave and he goes.
I call into the house âMona? That changed schedule made me miss the bus again. Can I stay here till the next one comes?â
âNo,â she yells from her room.
I go upstairs. âJust another twenty minutes or so.â
âYou didnât miss the bus. You let it go by.â
âOkay. I let it go by so I could see you once more.â
âFine. Now that youâve seen me, get out.â
âGive me a chance to get a good look.â
âDonât be stupid again.â
âAnd donât be so insulting,â I say.
âYouâre forcing me to say these things and be this way. Iâm getting angry. Frustrated.â
âWhat does that mean?â
That means donât get me even angrier and more frustrated by acting even more intentionally stupid. That means leave this house. That means start now. That means go. Get lost. What do I have to do, call the police?â
âLast time I thought you were a little sorry I left and glad I honestly missed that bus.â
âLast time I might have been but Iâve thought it over and now Iâm not. I donât want you around anymore. Never again. Plain and simpleâscram, stupid.â
I grab a plant off the washstand and throw it at her.
She ducks and it hits her chin. She screams. Blood comes out. Sheâs on the bed holding her face and screaming. I get down on the floor on my knees and say âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â She pushes me away and runs to the bathroom. I run after her. She has a towel to her face and I say âI shouldâve done that. Got you that towel. I shouldnât have thrown that plant. Tell me what I can do for you.â
She goes downstairs with the towel wrapped around her face and goes outside and gets in her car and drives away.
âWhere you going?â I yell.
Probably to the hospital. The police she could have called. Or maybe to the police because she thought Iâd stop her call. But probably to the hospital or some friend. I got to get out of here. First time I ever hit someone like that as an adult. That finished us, of course. Hitting someone? Worst thing Iâve done in my life. They hate it. Women do. Especially Mona. Said once when I raised my hand to her âTouch me like that and itâll be the last time I so much as say boo to you. I hate men who knock women around. Hate anyone who abuses with his hands.â
âI got excited,â I write on the blackboard in the kitchen, âOf course: much worse than that. Iâm sorry. I love you both. See ya.â
I head down the hill with my bags. No, itâs after six-thirty, the bus is back on Sunset Drive. I go up the hill and wait, put on a different shirt and throw the bloody one into the woods. The bus comes. I should have cleaned up her room. Repotted the plant, scrubbed the bathroom sink and floor. I signal the bus and get on it. Andy Maxwellâs there.
âHowâs it going?â he says.
âDonât ask.â
âSit next to me,â he says when I sit two rows behind.
âAndy, Iâm really feeling lousy right now. Mona and I broke up. Worse. I hit her in the face with a flower pot. She probably went to the hospital for stitches. Itâs possible I broke her jaw. Not only did I do that to the person I love most, but the police might be after me now for it.â
âYou never should have got so excited.â
âI know. Thatâs what I just wrote her. But what I really canât take now is anything like advice after the fact and so on. Commiseration. Iâm miserable. I feel as lost as I ever have in my life. Worse.â
He sits next to me.
âPlease?â
âLook, whatever you did to Mona, bad as it is,
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