It was mid day at a gas station named “El Cheapo”. She was leaning with her back against the light pole, tissue in hand, red faced with tears from a mystery series that I would never hear streaming down her face. We locked eyes.
There was a Pink Cadillac parked three paces in front of her. Four seats were already taken. An elderly man sits in the captains seat staring straight ahead motionless, expressionless. To his right in the passengers seat sat whom I can only assume to be his wife. She is younger than he, but they seemed to feel the same. They were mirrored images of one another. Hiding it.
In the back sat a much younger duo. They were from as far as I could tell in their late teens to mid twenties. One male one female, or maybe they were both females. They sat motionless, expressionless, hiding it.
I imagine the wealth created an imbalance of moral beliefs causing the pink pant, black polka dotted shirt, teary eyed mess to grow distant from her hard working, over spending, unsure, “level headed elders”. Fighting a battle of work and pleasure while looking through beer goggles.
“Don’t talk about fight club.”
Maybe she was burning down her fathers empire while the other two were exceeding their fathers expectations. They checked off everything on his list. They didn’t chase after overpriced dresses, expensive food, jewelry they’ll never wear, shoes that cost the arms and legs of those that sew the stitches for their feet to feel empowered in. I imagine he never complains when his wife imitates her own daughters antics.
They have a fucking Pink Cadillac.
She’s cheating on him. Maybe. Maybe the cops were called. They were waiting for the Blues to take away a burden and force it to learn a lesson that could easily be taught at a family dinner with a sip of wine to take the edge off, but it’s his money. No it was definitely a sip of whiskey, but it’s still his money. Exchanges of words that mean “I want you out” dressed up in clothes that speak, “I only want the best for you”. “I’ll see you when you’re a better you”.
Next time she won’t wear red with a little white.