Jessie and the Yellow Thong
Rick was leaving again, a seven month trip this time. After so many of these excursions, there wasn’t much to talk in the car as Jessie drove to the airport. Years of taking similar long trips meant that preparation for them was rote. All the finances were in order, the kids were prepped for the start of school in the next coming weeks, and all the odd jobs around the house were complete. There was no need to finalize any details. Cars flew past her going ten over the speed limit. Normally,...