At a stoplight on Hull Street I punched the steering wheel.
“Damn it Spence, why are you doing this?” I yelled, provoking a look from the driver beside me. I rolled up the window, sank in my seat and stared straight ahead. When the light turned green, I hit the gas and raced forward to get away from the pack of cars around me.
“I’m done. No more love. I’ve had a good life avoiding it. Drama is kept to a minimum, and I’m able to focus on my work and make great money. Commitment is for mental patients, not for me.” My words were hollow though, and I knew it.
Moments later the Bluebird Arms Apartments came into view and I turned into the pothole ridden parking lot. Glancing around at the buildings, I wondered why Mr. Tulley resisted our offer. They were barely up to code, and couldn’t be m
