The Color of a Dream
“By the time we landed at LAX, I felt like a giant bag of dirty laundry. Thankfully, I had packed all my belongings in a knapsack so at least I was able to brush my teeth and change my shirt before I got off the plane and climbed into a taxi.
It was my first time in Los Angeles but I was only minutely interested in the view outside the car window because I couldn’t stop thinking about Angela. Maybe she thought I’d changed my mind about coming out here. I hoped my phone messages reached her.
But even if they had, I didn’t know how I was going to solve her problems and make things better. Rick had never listened to me before when I tried to give him advice or when I asked him to do things. He always did whatever he damn well pleased. Whatever worked best for him.
Then what the bloody hell was I doing here?
I wondered as we sped along the freeway. What did I hope to accomplish? Was I here simply to provide moral support for Angela?
Or did I intend to be her knight in shining armor, as I h...ad been that day in the parking lot when she locked her keys in the car?MoreLess
It was my first time in Los Angeles but I was only minutely interested in the view outside the car window because I couldn’t stop thinking about Angela. Maybe she thought I’d changed my mind about coming out here. I hoped my phone messages reached her.
But even if they had, I didn’t know how I was going to solve her problems and make things better. Rick had never listened to me before when I tried to give him advice or when I asked him to do things. He always did whatever he damn well pleased. Whatever worked best for him.
Then what the bloody hell was I doing here?
I wondered as we sped along the freeway. What did I hope to accomplish? Was I here simply to provide moral support for Angela?
Or did I intend to be her knight in shining armor, as I h...ad been that day in the parking lot when she locked her keys in the car?MoreLess
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