November 6, 2008
I am ready to go back on the road. I spent the last month working at the office scheduling and creating routes and such. I hated it. I got the cast off my arm and it still hurts some but not as bad. My arm was shattered, I can still use it but not as well. I have physical therapy three days a week. The best part is, they called me into the office and when I got there, they surprised me! My truck arrived shiny and pink. As soon as I was handed the keys, I was handed a schedule to be back on the road. I am so glad.
James drives me crazy, always fretting over me like I am a frail battered bird. He spent much time on the phone calling the police looking for leads on the guy who hit me. I would rather just have it all go away. It is over anyway every last thing my dad owned, except for my house is all gone the business and the truck. Since James has been living here, dad is starting to disappear from here as well. Maybe I should let him go as well it has been a long time since he was alive. He is dead and I should get over it.
Jenny doesn’t have a new man. A fact that is odd since she always has a man but lately she has none. She doesn’t even mention men. We went to the Liquid Clam a few times and not once did she try to snag a man and when one came to her, she rejected them. I asked her about it and she made up some excuse like she was ready to look for the right man. I known her all my life and now I don’t even feel like I know her at all. I wonder if I ask them will they lie or will they tell me the truth? Maybe the reason I don’t ask is because I am afraid of the truth. I don’t even know the truth in my own heart about James.
The road is calling me and with my own solace I will find the answers and maybe one night while the rain is coming down, Broken Guitar and I will find each other and make passionate love in the truck.
