Part Two – Oh I’m Definitely in Hell by Patti Jo Allen

Part Two – (see part one below dated 3/2/2013) Tuesday I forced myself to stop at the police station to pick up the crash report.  They couldn’t call it an accident report; it has to be a crash report.  Merely asking for it by that name made me nauseous, but nausea is now a constant way of life for me.   So I wait and wait and wait, and finally get the crash report.  Because my heart is beating so hard, and the blood is rushing in my head, I thought the woman said “ $72.00”.  When I was able to stammer again, and asked her, she said no, I said “That’s an even $2.”  So I tucked it safely in my purse and headed oh so carefully off to work, through THE intersection.                 I got an update on “the boy”, who is actually a 25 year old Army Read more