After graduation, we started a company together. To make sure he ate well, I spent every day coming up with new soups and packed lunches for him, rotating the menu so he'd never get bored.
He remembered that Queenie couldn't handle spicy food and preferred everything on the sweeter side.
But in four years of eating my cooking, he could never once remember that I didn't like scallions.
Four years together. What had any of it meant to him?
Right then, his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and picked up immediately.
Queenie's voice came through, thick with tears.
"Barret, my stomach really hurts... I'm in the ER getting an IV."
"I'm all alone and I'm so scared. Everyone around me is a stranger. Could you come see me?"
"Am I interrupting your dress fitting with Maggie? If you're busy, I can tough it out on my own..."
Barret didn't hesitate for even half a second.
"Don't be scared. I'm on my way."
He hung up and turned to face me.
He walked to the curb, flagged down a cab, and pulled open the door.
"Go home and think about what you've done. Stop blowing things out of proportion."
Then he leaned toward the driver. "Take it easy on the road, please. My girlfriend gets carsick."
How laughable.