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Can It Get Any Worse?
A promotion. The wife. Champagne.
I thought, Where's the cork
Bill. She whispered. Im pregnant.
I'm speechless. How? Her Doctor said
Its yours.
Seconds pass.
She reaffirmed, Im sure.
Silence.
Click.
I staggered into the room. Her hand was still on the phone.
J-John, She paled. Y-Youre home early.
I kept walking. I needed time to think. No. I needed advice. No! I needed justice!
I knew just who to call.
I marched through the house. My wife already in a stuporAn empty bottle of Jack lay cradled on her shoulder. I never bothered saying goodbye. That I still loved her. She wouldnt have heard, even if I bothered.
I got into the car. Not once looking back.
I drove up the mountain. As fast as I could. Sheer drops at every hairpin. I hope. I pray. The suspension holds.
I pulled up to my best friends house. We grew up together. Went to the same schools. Dated the same girls. His wife was even my high school sweetheart. I forgave him everything. Do anything for him. Anything. Even mortgaged my house so he could start a law practice.
Beep! BEEP!
He jumped in and we drove off in my VW Bug; She was ancient when I was a student. Shes now a relic of simpler times. But its got four wheels and it runs.
What did you eat? He covered his nose. A dead skunk? He dropped his umbrella onto the floor. Rain water soaking the carpet.
Its the onions. It smelled so bad, but it tasted so good.
You are wondering how I am doing?
Howre you
I won two prestigious cases! He bragged.
About the loan
You will get it when you get it.
But you won
Yes. Yes. He waved me off. What is wrong with this contraption? He pointed at his seat belt.
I sighed. I need to get that fixed.
Do you not care about my safety?
You know I wouldnt endanger a friend. I gave him a dry look. I need advice.
Of course you do. He smirked and crossed his arms.
If someone tried to break up your marriage what would you do?
Without a pause he answered, He would have a terminal accident.
What if you knew him? I pressed. Wouldnt you feel guilty?
People have accidents every day. He smoothly replied. Besides. No one He leaned in and whispered, No one takes from me.
I nodded.
My wife we havent had sex for almost a year.
He laughed. You want to know how to please her?
I ignored his flip remark.
I read in her diary that she thinks Im hard to live with. Earlier, while shes getting her skirt together, I snuck into the house wanting to surprise her. My mouth had gone dry. I-I overheard her talking on the phone. Sh-Shes cheating on me.
I picked up speed around the bend.
D-Do you know who with? He braced himself.
Yes Bill, I do. I replied, my voice going flat. I floored the pedal.
Boom!
The guardrail never slowed us. The cliff. Falling. Falling! F a l l i n g!
C R A S H !
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Blend. Sirens blare. Blue and red lights flash. Sometimes I think it cant get any worse, then I regain consciousness. The Pain! The PAIN!
M-my Is-is he okay? I wheezed through clenched teeth.
The detective shook his head and replied, Im sorry, then took out a spiral pad. What happened?
L-Lost control r-rain accident. I lied. Thats all I remem
John! I struggled to turn my head. My wife, now sober, was scrambling out of the passenger side of a BMW. One Ive not seen before. The license plate readBILL MD.
I let the void take me.
Can It Get Any Worse?
A promotion. The wife. Champagne.
I thought, Where's the cork
Bill. She whispered. Im pregnant.
I'm speechless. How? Her Doctor said
Its yours.
Seconds pass.
She reaffirmed, Im sure.
Silence.
Click.
I staggered into the room. Her hand was still on the phone.
J-John, She paled. Y-Youre home early.
I kept walking. I needed time to think. No. I needed advice. No! I needed justice!
I knew just who to call.
I marched through the house. My wife already in a stuporAn empty bottle of Jack lay cradled on her shoulder. I never bothered saying goodbye. That I still loved her. She wouldnt have heard, even if I bothered.
I got into the car. Not once looking back.
I drove up the mountain. As fast as I could. Sheer drops at every hairpin. I hope. I pray. The suspension holds.
I pulled up to my best friends house. We grew up together. Went to the same schools. Dated the same girls. His wife was even my high school sweetheart. I forgave him everything. Do anything for him. Anything. Even mortgaged my house so he could start a law practice.
Beep! BEEP!
He jumped in and we drove off in my VW Bug; She was ancient when I was a student. Shes now a relic of simpler times. But its got four wheels and it runs.
What did you eat? He covered his nose. A dead skunk? He dropped his umbrella onto the floor. Rain water soaking the carpet.
Its the onions. It smelled so bad, but it tasted so good.
You are wondering how I am doing?
Howre you
I won two prestigious cases! He bragged.
About the loan
You will get it when you get it.
But you won
Yes. Yes. He waved me off. What is wrong with this contraption? He pointed at his seat belt.
I sighed. I need to get that fixed.
Do you not care about my safety?
You know I wouldnt endanger a friend. I gave him a dry look. I need advice.
Of course you do. He smirked and crossed his arms.
If someone tried to break up your marriage what would you do?
Without a pause he answered, He would have a terminal accident.
What if you knew him? I pressed. Wouldnt you feel guilty?
People have accidents every day. He smoothly replied. Besides. No one He leaned in and whispered, No one takes from me.
I nodded.
My wife we havent had sex for almost a year.
He laughed. You want to know how to please her?
I ignored his flip remark.
I read in her diary that she thinks Im hard to live with. Earlier, while shes getting her skirt together, I snuck into the house wanting to surprise her. My mouth had gone dry. I-I overheard her talking on the phone. Sh-Shes cheating on me.
I picked up speed around the bend.
D-Do you know who with? He braced himself.
Yes Bill, I do. I replied, my voice going flat. I floored the pedal.
Boom!
The guardrail never slowed us. The cliff. Falling. Falling! F a l l i n g!
C R A S H !
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Blend. Sirens blare. Blue and red lights flash. Sometimes I think it cant get any worse, then I regain consciousness. The Pain! The PAIN!
M-my Is-is he okay? I wheezed through clenched teeth.
The detective shook his head and replied, Im sorry, then took out a spiral pad. What happened?
L-Lost control r-rain accident. I lied. Thats all I remem
John! I struggled to turn my head. My wife, now sober, was scrambling out of the passenger side of a BMW. One Ive not seen before. The license plate readBILL MD.
I let the void take me.
y! 
