We were
heading back from a family function at the tom cat’s sister’s house out in the
suburbs, our sleek little hatchback vibrating as she shot down the highway like
a dirt-smeared silver bullet. I fidgeted in my leather seat, stared out of the
passenger-side window and fixed my gaze on the silhouette of a distant
mountain, hazy-blue and dotted with snow patches. Shifted my eyes over to the
tom cat, fidgeted again and cleared my throat.
“I, um… We
need to talk about something.” I confessed awkwardly, fingers twining in my
lap.