The temperature has dropped even further. The valet attendant doesn't seem to notice as he has taken over five minutes to get my car. Talk about crappy service.

"You're not driving." I tense, and then turn around.

"David, no. Just no. I don't want to talk to you right now." If my words hurt him, he doesn't show it. But why would they? David doesn't give a damn about me anymore. Today proved it.

"What a loss. But that doesn't change the fact that you're in no condition to drive." I can't believe this. What is everyone's problem? It's not as if I went into cardiac arrest at the table. Even though I am genetically predisposed. Oh wait, no I'm not. My eyes sting as I bite my lip angrily. Why am I even thinking about this now? The My Two Dads thing has been played out pretty much to its expiration date. But that doesn't stop me from thinking about it. What chance did I ever have? I was conceived then raised within a web of deceit.

And what's bred in the bone...

"Well, okay then, what exactly did you have in mind?" I know exactly what he has in mind but I'm being purposefully difficult. I'm sick of people telling me what to do but I don't know how to make them stop in a way that doesn't involve being passive-aggressively annoying and hostile.

He doesn't say anything and simply takes my keys from the attendant who apparently decided that now would be a good time to return with my car. How thoughtful of him. He gets in the drivers seat before I can say anything.

"Are you getting in?" He asks, poking his head out the window. I open my mouth, but am speechless with outrage. The door is being held open for me, and I'm ushered somewhat unwillingly inside.

Fuck this.

"Get out of my car, David."

David laughs and guns the engine.

This is insane. How do I manage to get involved with these situations? David is the last person I need to see, seeing as how I shot our relationship completely to hell a couple of hours ago. Not that I had been working alone.

I've avoided thinking about what happened between David and I. Whenever I do, my chest constricts and thoughts rush into my head all at once. And then all I remember is getting out of bed and David not saying anything, recrimination and regret in his eyes before crushing his pillow atop his head, as if he were trying to block out what had just happened.

What I had made happen.

It was a mistake, I know that. But in the middle of the madness, I couldn't help but feel, I don't know, something akin to happiness. It's been so long since I've experienced happiness that I wasn't sure if that was it. I'm still not sure; I guess it might have been. However, that ended as soon as I returned to Earth and realized that I had just fucked my late husband's brother, as well as my best friend. Goddamn, Greenlee.

I scrabble furiously at the climate controls before my shaking hands manage to turn the heat on full blast. I think a vacation might be in order. I haven't been to Mexico lately. It's so nice this time of year. What if I didn't come back?

"From where?"

I turn my head sharply to the left, where David is looking at me questioningly.

"What?" I manage to gasp.

"From where?" Did I say that out loud? Or has David mined himself even more deeply inside my head than ever before? I need to sleep, because I think I've really started to lose it. "If you didn't come back from where? Where are you going?"

"Nowhere...I'm-could you drive any slower? God, my grandfather drives faster than you." I'm not lying. David is an amazingly cautious driver. But then again, Grandaddy was always a speedster.

"The traffic is slow, not me. Besides, I wouldn't want to ruin this nice piece of machinery. Let me guess: Graduation gift from Woody? Oh wait; you never did end up graduating, did you? My mistake." He lowers his voice conspiratorially "And Greenlee, you can hardly even tell." I rub my temples, trying to ignore him. David knows how to push my buttons. He always has.

That's for sure.

Shut up! I scream silently. That's it, tomorrow, I'll go to the doctor's, maybe try a shrink again, anything to stop this. I think I'm saying this to God because I'm praying, I'm praying so hard that this darkness, this terrible, messed-up life will somehow come back into focus again.

Please God, please.