Road Trip
It had been over a year since they’d taken a long weekend to the mountains. Kathy had insisted on this one. She hoped getting away alone would set the stag for talking about the stresses in their marriage. She hoped Paul would open up to her and let her in on why he had distanced himself from her. Paul was taking the turns a little faster than she felt was safe. She clinched the edge of her seat and braced herself through every turn. “Paul, you’re scaring me,” she finally said. Paul didn’t answer, but slowed down. The vista below was beautiful. Kathy relaxed and enjoyed the view. “I packed a picnic. Your favorites: fried chicken, three-bean salad and some deviled eggs. Oh, and I made brownies,” Kathy said. “Fine.” “I was thinking we could stop at one of the overlooks and have lunch,” she could feel the tension radiate from Paul. Why? What was on his mind that they couldn’t talk? They had always talked until the past few months. Now it was like living with a granite statue. She could no