They stood in the doorway, two cats caught in a rain storm. Emotionally drenched and sad, looking dreadful and borderline pathetic.
“Something happened.” They said together, almost rehearsed.
And I knew. Like all men would. An instinctive notion, like having to pee or being hungry. It’s not so much understanding why you know, it’s just accepting the fact that you do. Another basic instinct that’s been protecting humans since the days when we still resembled apes and were covering our private parts with fur.
The “something happened” implied damage to the car. Continue reading