i pulled over a couple lanes to the right. there was no one in front of me anymore, and i didn't want to look like i was trying to get there. it just seemed like bad form, to stay in the left lane unnecessarily.
she turned on the radio, and i almost immediately reached over to switch it off. there's no escaping car conversation. she made no protest, and went back to staring out the window.
"you know ignoring it's not going to make it go away," i said, more calmly than i meant.
"there's nothing there."
it took a moment. her words struck me in the heart, and the impact radiated out to my fingertips and knees. "that can mean a lot of things."
she had only been thinking of one. she turned suddenly, and i could hear the wideness of her eyes. "oh! oh, no, i--i didn't mean . . ."
"i know."
we drove, and we drove, and we sat and we thought and we spoke, more than really talking. time ceased to exist; it was just us and the road and the moving. it didn't matter where we were going, which was good since we weren't going anywhere at all.
at the end of the road, we got out, shut our doors, and walked slowly forward.
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