one missed call

one hundred - fourteen

he waves goodbye from outside the window as the car drives off.

"so..." she glances at kale.

"so..."

"how are things at home?"

"umm good, i guess. i don't really know, i'm usually always out."

"is that why you never visited?"

he sighs and keeps his eye on the road.

"kale... what is it?"

"it's nothing, north. don't worry about it. worry about yourself for now."

"i'll worry about my life, okay, but you're part of it. so tell me what's up."

"can we talk about this at home?" his clutch on the steering wheel tightens.

"is it something big? are you taking drugs?"

"what? no!"

"kale..."

"it's not drugs, jeezus."

"then what is it?"

he glances at her and shakes his head. "nothing. i've just been at the field. i'm worried about the game next tuesday."

her lips purse into a straight line as she remains quiet.