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He turned off at some tavern on the side of the road and I stepped out, it felt good to stretch and that the sun was out now, I was still shaken by the cemetery in my head as he walked around to me and we went in together and I went just behind him and sat us down in a booth, I was grateful that I had dragged my bag with me, I did not even intend to let him pay, I was tired of men taking care of me. It was a tired old woman who took our orders and I smiled nervously at him where he sat and just looked at me, I did not know if I liked it or not. “I hope he understands what the f*****g lucky he is to have you…” I didn’t know what to answer his slight frown, I hoped so. “It's me who's lucky to have him… he takes all the s**t I say, and that I constantly fighting with him…” I smiled w
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