Rose was sobbing in the front seat. Cal told her to shut the hell up or he’d really give her something to bawl about.
The devil on my left shoulder was whispering in my ear, To hell with Rose! She made her bed! You’re not responsible for her well being! Save yourself!
The angel on my right shoulder said, She’s in this mess because you went to see her. You have to make every effort to save her as well as yourself. You know it’s the right thing to do.
Sometimes I really wished I wasn’t such a nice guy…