Sal came out of the bathroom as soon as Jory left. He looked at the scrambled eggs on Molly's plate and took them to the trash.
"I'll make you something." He barely said.
"You don't have to." She sucked in a breath.
He kept his back to her and looked in the fridge for anything that might resemble food. There was bacon, tomato and lettuce. He'd do a BLT. Sal worked the next 20 minutes are so on dinner.
"So what's going on?" She glared at him when he handed her the plate with the bacon sandwich and a dill pickle wedge on the side.
"I'm sorry." He barely got out as he hugged himself. "I just-I just have a lot on my mind. You know, Idaho."
"I thought it was Seattle?" She broke a piece of bacon to eat.
"You know how you hate your job. And mine's so f u c k i n g miserable, we could just-" Sal nursed his bottom lip.
"That's just a dream." Molly winced.
He went to get some milk.
"OK." He sighed as he poured them each a glass and squirted some chocolate syrup in each. "You. Are. Right."
He stirred up the milk. Finally, cut the sandwich in half. They always shared when they went out. They would order for one with an extra drink. Molly faintly smiled when he took his half. "God, Michelle's pregnant." He quickly said before he bit into his part of the sandwich. He only did it so he wouldn't have to say anything more.
"And? What does she want from you? She always wants something from you." Molly glared at him.
"Look, you know-" He'd lost his appetite. "I don't want to have anything to do with her. I don't. And-and that's why I need to leave."
Molly looked at the ceiling. She finally took a sip of her chocolate milk.
"Its not mine. Its not." He was going eat his half of the sandwich or else. He was not going to let Michelle control his life like this. They were quiet then. Molly finally managed her half of the sandwich. Finally, he cleaned up. She dried the dishes.
"What? No WOW tonight?" She gave him a dead stare. Sal just shrugged.
"Is she calling you?" Molly wanted to know. He shook his head, no. Sal scratched the back of his head and went to read a book on the couch. He was reading Crime and Punishment. He never could seem to get through it, but he wondered now if the book held some secret meaning. Maybe he'd find out.