Truths(2)

This is late.  Sorry.

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"Why would she do that to her, Phil?  Why the hell would she do that when Sarah needed her most?" asked Billy sitting in the passenger seat of Phil's F-150.

"Hey Billy, I'm sorry.  I have to pull over.  I have to go so bad, I got the turtleheads." said Phil, pulling into the rest stop.  He got out and headed over to the outdoor throne room.

As he opened the door, he was assaulted by the outhouse aromas.  He hated using these things, but there was no choice this time.  It was now or ...well, it was just now.  The truth was, though, he'd rather be in here than sitting next to Billy with his questions.  He had no answers for him.

He undid his britches and sat down on the plastic seat, swearing to himself and at the stark cold of the seat.  At least it wasn't warm.  He didn't like a warm toilet seat and all that it implied.

He thought of Billy's question.  Sarah's baby had just died, and Janet went out and got fucked up on crack.  The very thing Sarah had turned away from to save her own life.  Phil still couldn't understand.  He had found out since that Janet had been a junkie, much like Sarah, in her teens.  Nobody knew.  Not Sarah, not Billy.  Hank hadn't even known until Janet had told him while he was helping her through the withdrawls.

"For fuck's sake!" he thought.  For something that was so fuckin' urgent two minutes ago, it sure is taking it's time.  The urgency of the movement had subsided, and Phil sat in the mid-December outhouse watching the goosebumps raised up on his bare thighs.  He worked at it and tried to distract himself reading the literary offerings on the walls.

"Will suck your dick Wensdays at 7:00 pm."

He'd guessed the poor fucker didn't get his English degree and had to pay the light bill somehow.  He couldn't imagine getting starch on in a place that smelled like this.  He was pretty happy it wasn't Wednesday.  He worked at it a little more.  He thought for a minute that stirrups would be in order.  He would draw the line at a speculum.  Although, Mr. Wensday may be more than happy to assist.

He gave up.  He did the safety wipe, hauled up his drawers and then......farted.

"Fuck"

He headed back to the truck.  He climbed into the driver's seat and got back on the road.

He turned to Billy and said:  "Truthfully, Billy.  I don't know.  My guess is that it wasn't because she doesn't love you and Sarah more than life itself.  And that poor little baby too.  You know she does.  I just don't know."

They drove on quietly for awhile, making their way to the lake.

Billy finally said:  "You get done what you needed to, back there?"

"It' was like my last date, truthfully.  It was like I brought it to the movies, got it a nice dinner....then nothing.  Ok, that's not entirely true.  There was a little music."

"Bet it wasn't Mozart!" laughed Billy.

"Ain't that the truth?!"