Her phone had been ringing, cutting off the music she was blaring, but she’d hit ignore every time it started again. Kelly’s excuses could wait. It was fifty miles or so to the first decent size town. She made for the coffee shop. Sitting, sipping the non-fat sea salt caramel mocha, Mel pulled out her phone and texted her best friend.
“Hey, what’s up?”
In moments, Beth answered. “Not much. You?”
“Killing a mocha in Kern. Wishing I was at your place.”
“Hm, want me to check flights?”
“Not just yet. Why do I keep dealing with this?”
Beth had been the receiving end of the Kelly woes for as long as Mel had been with him. Mel knew she was serious about the flights, but more, she knew her friend would listen and try to be objective. She also knew that there was no one else she could talk to about this. Mel didn’t want anyone thinking bad about Kelly. Beth was safely several states away.
Dust Trail (Ct.) 26 August 2019