Mary and I were still fighting when I finally found a parking spot at Walmart.
"I'm getting sick of you," she said.
"I've been sick of you," I answered.
"Oh, I know you've hated me," she said.
I didn't deny it.
"Maybe we need to end this," she said.
Before I could answer, "Yeah," we heard a loud bang. We both jumped.
We turned to the car next to us. Bloody window. A man slumped over. Mary screamed. I gasped.
She sobbed, "Oh my God." I called 911. Soon a crowd was forming.
I thought about holding her, but couldn't.
"I'm getting sick of you," she said.
"I've been sick of you," I answered.
"Oh, I know you've hated me," she said.
I didn't deny it.
"Maybe we need to end this," she said.
Before I could answer, "Yeah," we heard a loud bang. We both jumped.
We turned to the car next to us. Bloody window. A man slumped over. Mary screamed. I gasped.
She sobbed, "Oh my God." I called 911. Soon a crowd was forming.
I thought about holding her, but couldn't.
