I picked up her blue ballpoint pen.

My thumb rested on the cheap plastic barrel while I wrote out three short sentences.

“He’ll ask why I’m not sitting at home waiting for him,” I said.

“Tell him you slept in the car,” Sarah said.

“He likes thinking you’re uncomfortable.”

“It costs eighty-five dollars to file an emergency fraud injunction,” I said, writing the amount in the top margin.

“We need him to take the manila envelope out of his trunk himself.”