by the time i get to Sacramento

i tell the soon to be ex-wife

that i'm

going out for milk.

she says, okay.

don't be long, my mother's

coming over

for lunch

and then i want you to

go with me

to the mall.

are you going to weed

the yard

before she gets here?

she's very picky

with our lawn.

sure, i say.

carrying my suitcase

out the door.

i figure i can be in

Sacramento in three days,

if the weather holds.