CHAPTER 71
I’m not ready for this car trip to end. Once I shared my story about Chris, it’s like Justin and I have been trying to fill in decades worth of history into the last forty-five minutes of the drive. I’ve learned about his pet turtle Moki that he adopted when he was eleven. He’s listened to me talk about the play Chris and I started to write in high school, a tragedy so canned and corny that a savvy director could probably convert it to satire without changing a single line.
We’ve talked about our dead spouses, about what we miss most about them, about the things that drove us crazy when they were still alive. Of course, Justin and Hester had this wild, insane romance that lasted all of a month from the time she showed up and asked him to dinner to the time he was a widower car
