#153 - Sunrise
To Rev, sunrise meant it was time to go home. The party was over. It was a natural clock, nudging her to bed so she could sleep off whatever it was she had done to herself the night before. She would drag herself out of the nightclub, or the hotel room, or wherever she had ended up for that night’s party, and manage to find her way back to her canyon house.
If she was lucky, Pop had driven. Rev liked it when he did. She would curl herself up in the passenger’s seat of his convertible and let the wind whip over her, along with the rising warmth of the sun’s rays. He took care of her and he would make sure she got home in one piece, even carry her in to bed if he had to. Which he often did. Sometimes he’d stay. Sometimes he wouldn’t.
If she wasn’t lucky, she’d have to fend for herself. Rev wasn’t good at that, but somehow, she always managed. She’d lost count of how many times she’d lost her car, just plain forgot where she left it when she stumbled out into the street come morning. Pop was the one who always found it and drove her to pick it up. She wondered why he put up with her.
If she thought about it, Rev would realize she’d probably seen more sunrises in the last three years than most people ever do in their whole lives. And she couldn’t remember a single one.
If she was lucky, Pop had driven. Rev liked it when he did. She would curl herself up in the passenger’s seat of his convertible and let the wind whip over her, along with the rising warmth of the sun’s rays. He took care of her and he would make sure she got home in one piece, even carry her in to bed if he had to. Which he often did. Sometimes he’d stay. Sometimes he wouldn’t.
If she wasn’t lucky, she’d have to fend for herself. Rev wasn’t good at that, but somehow, she always managed. She’d lost count of how many times she’d lost her car, just plain forgot where she left it when she stumbled out into the street come morning. Pop was the one who always found it and drove her to pick it up. She wondered why he put up with her.
If she thought about it, Rev would realize she’d probably seen more sunrises in the last three years than most people ever do in their whole lives. And she couldn’t remember a single one.