When I woke up the next morning, I felt like s**t. My throat was raw and sore and my legs were cramped from sleeping in the bathtub all night. Carmen (bless her) had given me a pillow so at least I’d had something soft to rest my head against.
After peeing, washing my face, and rinsing the taste of vomit out of my mouth with Listerine, I left the bathroom. A quick peek into Carmen’s room revealed that she was still in bed sleeping. Not wanting to wake her, I quietly slipped out of her apartment, taking her car keys with me. I drove to my mother’s house and saw that my Volkswagen was still parked in front of the neighbors’ house where I’d left it yesterday. As I pulled into the driveway behind my mother’s Subaru, I noticed Paul’s BMW wasn’t there and hoped that meant that he’d gone home. E
