A yellow checkered cab pulls up in front of the church. I hike up my enormous crinoline skirt and trip into the backseat. Troy runs outside as I slam the car door.
“Maeve! Wait!”
I knock frantically on the plastic partition.
“Go. Now. Please.”
The cab driver speeds off, leaving Troy and everything else behind. I look at my reflection in the window. My makeup is a mess. I sniffle and wipe my nose on my arm.
“Where to?”
“The closest place that serves alcohol.”
“You got it.”
I stare vacantly at the horizon but I don’t see any of it. I just keep replaying that horrible moment in my head, analyzing and agonizing until I’m in a blind rage. The driver glances at me in the rearview mirror.
“He must have done something pretty bad for you to run out like that.”
“He’s hooking up with my twi
