The Car

Despite both their yearnings, Jerome and Carrie made it another night in separate beds. The next morning, Jerome took her to John's house to pick up her car. John was safely in in-patient rehab now.

It was a disaster. John had taken a baseball bat to the windshields and windows, leaving shattered glass everywhere. The tires were all flat. Carrie sniffled, then started to sob against Jerome's chest.

"I'm so sorry, Carrie. That son of a bitch. I have a guy that will fix it."

"Thanks Jerome. You really are my hero. Can we go back to your place and take my mind off this?" They both knew what that meant.