Page 9 of Truth or More Truth
“I’m going to find out come Saturday, so you might as well tell me now.”
“There’s no one else here with us, is there?”
“Maybe he’s coming from somewhere else,” I say mockingly. “Maybe he’s coming tomorrow or Saturday morning.”
She shrugs.
“Is he?” I ask.
“You’ll have to wait and find out.”
I turn the music back up and stare out the window. This is going to be a long twelve hours.
When we’re about an hour outside Chicago, Melissa finally turns down the music on the second time through the album and speaks again. “Why couldn’t your girlfriend come to the wedding?”
“What girlfriend?”
“The one you were talking to on the phone.”
My eyebrows raise at her admission she overheard part of my conversation. “Why do you think I was talking to my girlfriend?”
“I just assumed. Who else would you be dying to call from a gas station?”
I briefly hesitate before answering, “Maybe it was a work call.”
“Was it?”
I sigh. “No.”
“So who was it, then?”
I turn my head to study her profile. “Why are you so curious about who I was talking to?”
“Just making conversation.”
“I can think of a thousand other less personal things we could make conversation about.”
“Ah, I get it.”
“Get what?” I’m unable to keep the frustration out of my voice.
“Trouble in paradise. What did you do to her, Bobby Joe?”
She’s going to make me lose my mind, but she obviously didn’t hear enough of my conversation to know who I was talking to. And she doesn’t need to know. Only people I fully trust get to know about the person I was talking to, and I’m not yet sure if I fully trust Melissa Teague.
“Why are you like this?” I ask.
“Like what?”
“All …,” I wave my hand around, “questiony.”
“Questiony?” She snorts. “Is that a word?”
“It is now.” It’s also now time to change the subject. “You have more tapes in here, or will we continue to listen to Whitney on repeat all the way to Arkansas?”
“Ooo, I’m impressed you know who this is.” She points at the radio, as if that’s where Whitney resides.
“Everybody knows Whitney,” I say. “The woman has some pipes.”
