Devan
I wait until we're on the interstate before I hit the call button on my steering wheel. Marilyn's name is at the top of the recent calls list. Before I can give the car instructions to connect a call with Marilyn James, my car fills with the melody of an incoming call. Marilyn's name is on the screen.
“Answer call," I tell my car.
“I can't believe you haven't called me. Oh my God, what happened in your bedroom? I started to freak out when I saw the door closed. You could see the mental math happening with your dad and brother. That's why I got all loud. What did we interrupt? It's killing me. Why haven't you spilled?" Her questions come too fast for me to answer.
Gripping the steering wheel, I laugh.
“You're not talking."
“You haven't given me a chance," I say between gigg
