I walked toward my baby, the blue Honda Pilot, and unlocked it, sitting in the driver’s seat. I threw my stuff over the seat and then slammed the door, starting the engine. It took me a minute to notice Van standing in front of the car, but I leaned out the window and yelled, “Move, Van!â€?

“Just wait a sec!â€? he told me.

“No! I’m in a hurry!â€? I revved the engine but he didn’t move.

“Oh come on, I just wanna talk, Gail!â€?

“I’m gonna run you over if you don’t move out of my way!â€? I screamed.

“Gail! Come on! Please!â€?

“Sixty seconds!â€? I said, turning off the engine as he walked toward the window.

“Okay, listen. Matt really wants to talk to you.”

I interrupted, “No.”

“Listen! He just don’t understand what’s going on.”

“What? And you do?” I rolled my eyes and started the engine again.

“No!” He clutched the side of the car and said more calmly, “Just don’t give up on him so fast.”

“Is that it?” I asked, already annoyed.

“Yeah.” I zoomed away before he could say anything else.

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