this morning #1420.

this morning, before the both of us just throw up our hands & succumb to some sad, tragic fate, maybe we could just wait. see how this plays out. tell you what. i’m going to spread my blanket out on the lawn. right over there beneath the shade of that tree. you should join me so we can think it over a little bit more. we have an hour until she gets here. when she does, we don’t even bring it up. you said it yourself earlier. maybe she doesn’t even know what went down. if she starts asking us about his whereabouts though, we’ll have to come clean. if we try to play dumb, she’ll know. your poker face is awful. mine’s even worse. so…if she starts asking questions, what in the world are we going to say?