𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐇// 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐗𝐎𝐂

𝐥𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. ✭ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄

JULY 4, 1978; MISTY
11:56 a.m. - 12:11 p.m.

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-Magic Man by Heart-
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"This is my song, Griz, this is my song!" I yowled, tipping my head back against the car seat headrest. My hands drummed madly against the interior of the convertible as the beat surrounded me, filling my body.

It was the Fourth of July. That day was a scorcher. A nice tan had worked itself into my skin. Fresh midsummer freckles burned brown against it.

The scent of heat in the air had driven me into a star-spangled tank top. Of course, I needed my black cut-off mini shorts to go with the damn thing. What could be more trailer park chic? I couldn't think of much else.

The wind whipped in my hair, tussling it around, and whirling around the rest of my exposed body. I caught sight of myself in the rearview mirror, waving at the reflection that giggled back at me.

Cadillacs make everyone look sexier.
That's a known fact.

My Eyeliner was smudged around my lids. Dry lipstick was slightly streaked around my mouth. I ran my tongue around the perimeter of my lips in hopes of moisturizing them. When the wetness dries and fails, I frown. Reaching down to the foot space beneath me was easy considering the lack of a seatbelt surrounding my body.

My hand shoved the bouncing whiskey bottle out of the way so I could get to my pill-blue purse. I forced open the clasp and fished around until I retrieved my tube of lipstick. As I applied another coat in the side mirror, heat flushed to my face. Part of me was thinking about Tommy, how he'd be there when I surprised Chance.

Wonder if he ever grew out that mustache.
Wonder if he'll be eyeing me again.
He did last time.
I remember...

Closing my eyes at the thought, Tommy filled my stupid head again, his image. We were terrible for each other. I could see him checking me out. We screamed our heads off. I could feel him kissing me while Chance was outside playing with that curly-haired boy about her age. He didn't want me to see her. Tommy kept me distracted...

"Having a staring contest with yourself?" Griz asked with a gruff tenor to his tone. My eyes twitched, focusing to reveal how they had locked themselves on the mirror. I could feel the fingers I had delicately pressed to my lips as if I was trying to collect Tommy's last kiss.

"No, Silly." I laughed off his hawk-like scanning, turning toward my empty window. A breeze rushed by, creating a tornado of the mess left in my brain. "Only fixing my makeup."

Even though I had recently become involved with Griz—we had done things in a bar bathroom in Arizona and had been on a bender with each other ever since—I still couldn't help myself from thinking about dumb old Tommy.

My fingers instinctively stretched out, reaching to fiddle with the empty space my wedding ring used to occupy. A dismal feeling crept through when I felt nothing.

Shit.
Fuck.
I pawned it for that H back in January.
Why do I keep slipping?
Don't you remember...
to celebrate the New Year.
Crap.

I clasped my right hand over my left, squeezing tightly.

Hopefully, Tommy won't notice.
We still don't have those divorce papers signed yet.