"You really could've told me you weren't going to come back until this afternoon," she said, breaking the silence of the drive.
"Geez, sis, I had no idea. Things just happen, and then more things happen, and then I figger, why wake you up at five in the morning? So I crashed, and then more things happened when I woke up."
Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. "I had things planned for today. Seeing a couple of good friends who may be leaving town soon, for one thing. I promised I'd drive you to the airport, and I am. But I didn't mean that I'd drop all my plans to do it."
"You know what your problem is? You're too uptight. You gotta loosen up. Be spontaneous. To hell with that 'planning' shit--just see what happens. You wanna live in a box the rest of your life?"
Silence returned as she mulled over his comments. Then it was broken again by squealing brakes.
"What the hell are you doing?" he yelled.
"Get out of the car," she said.
"Get the fuck OUT of my CAR!"
"How the hell am I gonna catch my flight?" he said as she tossed his luggage out onto the shoulder beside him.
She grinned wickedly. "That's your problem, brother. Sorry if my attempt to be spontaneous has ruined your plans, but that's what you get for not just running with the moment, right?" She slammed and locked the doors, pulled a tire-screeching reverse across the meridian, and headed back towards town.
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