I remember driving in that rented car up the west end highway. She had been upset with me right from the moment I made a little fun of us being the only people at avis rental car and still not getting any service. she was upset with me most of the time, it seemed. well, there were moments in which she laughed... smiled, maybe... her incredibly white teeth would then appear to be a light at the end of the otherwise dark and hurtful tunnel.
"my mother likes to call me her little bird", she said...
and this is when I saw her smile and realized that her teeth were porcelain inlays, cracked, like an old glazed tea cup. I was doomed. I had been doomed from the moment I thought that this was going to be the best time ever.
I never stood a chance.
At least this was the moment when I realized that this was all an illusion. This was all the wrong movie I had accidentally stepped into... it would now be the time to somehow get myself out of the fron row and to find that door with the exit sign over it... this would not be easy... but it had to be done, if I did not want to end up in an asylum... and it looked as if I had a ticket in my pocket already...
"A bird?" I asked... not really wanting to hear any answers...
