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honest?”
    She walked away. She couldn’t stand to see the hurt
on Claire’s face. It seemed like everything she did, she ended up hurting
Claire. Why was that? Why did she always hurt the people she loved? That was
one of life’s mysteries. Maybe G-Ray’s tocks could answer it for her, but she
doubted it.
    As Ollie walked out the doorway, she heard Claire
say, “Honesty isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
    *
    Claire looked out the sixth floor window and watched
Ollie stalk to the van and climb inside. She saw EZ sleeping soundly on top of
the van and G-Ray walking around shooting footage with his helmet cam. Oscar
pranced around, stopping to sniff and pee on every bush. She saw couples, young
and old, walking around Dealey Plaza, pointing, talking, taking photos. Claire
remembered the film she had seen once. It was called the Zapruder film. The
grainy footage clearly showed JFK being shot and Jackie climbing over the back
of the car trying to retrieve her husband’s brain fragments.
    Now that was love. Jackie didn’t even have to think
about it. She reacted. She didn’t stop and think, ‘That’s gross, I don’t want
to touch his brain.’ She just went for it.
    Claire wondered if she would ever love somebody so
much that she would react so selflessly. Had she ever loved Ollie that hard?
Did she love Scarlet that much?
    Claire didn’t have any answers. If she was going to
be brutally honest with herself that was why she said yes to this trip. She
wanted to reassure herself that she didn’t love Ollie once and for all. And as
soon as that foolishness was settled in her mind, she could freely give her
entire heart to Scarlet.
    The only problem was sometimes her heart and mind
disagreed.

Welcome to Tulsa Town
     
    As Ollie drove down I-44 entering Tulsa she pondered
how it was that one person (Claire) could make her feel so good one minute and
so horrible the next. If that was love, she didn’t want any part of it.
    G-Ray was seated at the table, dozingwith his head thrown back and eyes wide open. The
only way you could tell he was sleeping was by the snuffling noises he made.
Claire was busily typing away on her smart phone. Ollie didn’t understand the
fascination with smart phones. She didn’t even own a cell phone. She had a
landline. What was that called, a dumb phone?
    “What’re you doing with that gadget?” Ollie finally
asked.
    “Facebook,” Claire answered. “Updating my status.”
    “Yeah,” Ollie groaned. “Gotta let people know where
you are and what you’re doing every second of every day. Life isn’t worth
living unless you have an audience.”
    Claire’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t say anything.
    “You know Facebook isn’t real, right?” Ollie goaded.
    Claire looked at her but still didn’t answer.
    Ollie knew she was spoiling for a fight and acting
childish, but she couldn’t help herself. Facebook and Twitter were her pet
peeves. “And what’s with all the selfies these days? The first time I ever
heard somebody talk about a selfie, I thought they meant masturbation.”
    Claire held her phone up and snapped off a picture
of Ollie. Ollie grimaced. Several long moments went by without either one
talking. Claire continued typing away on her phone. Ollie was never going to be
able to wrap her mind around the social networking phenom. Here she was, a real
live person sitting right beside Claire, but Claire was “socializing” with
people hundreds of miles away that she had never even met in real life and
probably never would.
    Unable to stand it anymore, Ollie muttered, “What’re
you doing now? Taking one of those quizzes that tell you what animal you were
in a past life? Or what kind of cupcake you are? Or what fictional character
you are in the Harry Potter books?”
    Claire sighed heavily. “No, Ollie, I am looking up
where we can stay in Tulsa.”
    “So now you have to look things up? You used to play
it by ear. Last time we drove to Des Moines, we didn’t have