Now I Get It

 ‘I have no idea why Brandy’s so angry,’ I thought. ‘Maybe I should wait until I hear her side of the story.’ I called instead of texting. 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I said. I asked how she was doing. We talked a little about her grief. I said, “I heard you wanted to put his ashes in a Porta-John.”

“And you want to know why?” she asked.  “Because I want that POS to feel at home.”   She described in detail the source of her anger.

The night before she left for college her friend stayed over. They heard through the wall the porn Josh was watching. She’d been more than a little embarrassed.  When she got to school she had to take out a loan after finding he’d gambled away her college money, most of which she’d earned. 

Brandy got a post card a week into the first semester telling her Josh had sold the house, but had found a home for their dog Bubbles.  He’d send for her when he hit it big.  She knew he’d sold all her stuff she’d left at home.   The list went on.

“Now do you understand I’m so angry?” she asked.  I did.

“The Porta-Johns on the last day of a soccer tournament are the worst I’ve ever seen,” I said. I sent her a link. 

Today I won’t judge without understanding.

Dogged Determination ©2018 & 2019 by Ken Montrose

Dogged Determination is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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