“I think so. When I went outside last night, it was pretty much done.”
“Thank God! I just want to get out of here.”
“You and me both, baby.”
While Storm is outside cleaning the truck off for the hundredth time, I pick up the wrappers from what we ate earlier and put them in the plastic bag we’ve been using for garbage. I have this thing for throwing stuff away immediately. I’m petrified of bugs. Even at home, I have to clean up dinner right away. It completely drives Michael insane because he’s a bit of a slob.
Ugh. I want to get home so bad. I wonder what my boss is going to say about me not making the meeting. Hopefully, he’ll have some compassion for me being stuck in a ditch with Sasquatch for an entire weekend eating granola bars and potato chips. I hope he doesn’t expect me to come into the office right away. I’m thinking I’m going to need a day or two at home to catch up on some real sleep. Hopefully, some sick days or personal days will cover that.
I can’t wait to call Amy and tell her about this excursion. She’ll want to hear a total play by play, and I know she’ll make fun of me because weird stuff is always happening to me and she thinks it’s hilarious.
The door opens and Storm comes in with a huge grin on his face. “The snow has finally stopped. Thank fuck! Now we have to listen carefully, okay? So keep your chatter down.”
“Excuse me? My chatter? What the hell does that mean?”
He makes a gesture with his thumb and forefinger like a yapping bird. “Like this you go.”
“Fuck you, Storm.”
He puts his hand down. “Evelyn, I’m kidding. I like your chatter. It’s cute.”
Again with the cute. I want to kick him in the face with my non-snow friendly shoes.
We wait. The windows of the truck are completely clear now and we can see outside. Of course, all we can see are trees and snow, but it’s nice to be able to actually see the outside world again. I wonder if my car is completely buried and if it will ever run right again. Now seems like a good time for me to approach the subject of a new car with Michael again. He shot that idea down last time, but I think now I’ll have a better chance.
“Do you think my car will run again?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll have it towed out and taken to the garage in town. My buddy owns the place. He’ll take good care of it, and he’ll be honest about how screwed up it is.
“Well, I want a new car, so I was thinking maybe now that it’s been buried in snow, I can convince Michael to let me get one.”
“You’re chattering. And why do you need permission for a car exactly? I thought you were an adult with a job.”
“I’m not chattering. And I do have a job. But Michael makes all the financial decisions.”
“Are you shittin’ me? You’re not married. Do whatever the hell you want.”
“It doesn’t work that way when you live together, Storm. Couples share things and make decisions together.”