I Should Have Chased That Brother Trucker

My friend Dawn always trash talks in a mean way To hear her you would think she is the world’s largest bully. All of this fierceness is blatant fabrication on speed. She is one who cannot do confrontation. Except on the phone in a braggadocio way. That brother trucker! She says. I should have followed him. I should have bumped his white Chevy truck with my car. I should have…. I smile, picturing her contorted ninety-six-year-old face. I should have….. I ordered a metal bat, she told me. It will be here tomorrow. I smile at this too. The last twelve things she has ordered on line She has returned, totally dissatisfied.