Sonya threw a fit!
We went to Metairie to visit the new Target. But it wasn't open. Sonya's mood started to darken.
"There's a Sonic," I said, "you want a Sonic burger?"
She did, but I had to stop and get some cash first.
"Well, just get out of the motherfuckin' car and get the motherfuckin' cash, you goddam sonofabitch."
Back in the car, the assault continued.
"You try giving up everything you love, you filthy cocksucker!"
(Sonya had quit smoking lately, and is cutting back on her caffeine.)
I pulled out of the bank parking lot and crossed Vets to go over to the Sonic. Somewhere in the turning lane on Veterans Sonya started to cry, a deep, weepy blubber.
And by the time the girl brought our cheeseburgers out she was fine again. Smiling and happy - and hungry.
"You had a fit," I observed.
"I had a fit," Sonya agreed, eating an onion ring.