Chapter Four: Page 2 of 2
Trevor and Samantha had been driving on the Pennsylvania turnpike for over an hour before either of them said a word.
"So Trevor, are you OK." Samantha inquired.
"Yeah. I'm fine, why do you ask?" Trevor said.
"Well" Samantha said. "You haven't said word for almost an hour."
"I don't know, I've just been thinking about this whole thing. I can't believe she's gone. It just all seems so pointless anymore." Trevor said in a monotone voice.
"What's pointless?" Samantha asks.
"Margie never hurt anyone. This wasn't cancer, it wasn't some freakish disease, it was some asshole hit-and-run driver. There is no way it was her time." Trevor said with a slight crack in his voice.
Samantha reached over across the console and slid her fingers between his. Trevor closed his hand around hers and lifted it slowly to his lips where he gently kissed the back of her hand.
Samantha looked at him and said "Trevor you can't say that, how do we know when our time is? You just don't know, that's why you have to live every day like it was your last."
"I'm sorry honey, I know how you must feel." Samantha said.
I don't think she can even begin to think how I feel Trevor thought to himself. Just as he was getting ready to tell Samantha his secret The Freshman by the Verve Pipe came on the radio and Samantha reached with her left hand and turned the volume up. "I love this song" Samantha told him.
"Hey" Trevor said "there is a Dunkin' Donuts at the next exit, what do say we stop for a bagel and some coffee for breakfast?
"You bet" Samantha snickered. "I did work up an appetite this morning you know."
Trevor just smiled as he put on his right turn signal to change lanes and get off the next exit ramp. As he looked to his right to check his blind spot he saw Samantha sitting in the passenger seat with her eyes closed, gently nodding her head to the rhythm and singing softly to herself with the radio. He couldn't help but think how much he loved her.