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bit: my husband buys me a new car, but it's a big (stupid) SUV. We take it for a spin through an unfamiliar part of town; the off and on ramps of the highway are sharp curves. The steering is great, but I realize that I cannot see out of the backside on the driver's side: huge blind spot. We continue on without accident and end up parked outside of a department store. We go inside. When we return to the vehicle we find that we parked right outside of the door, and we have not only left the ignition on and the stereo blaring, but I have the driver's door wide open. We hop in and traverse through the unfamiliar city. The buildings are beautiful and old. The sidewalks are white and clean. There seems to be a peacefulness to the city.
Next we are in my childhood home and I am on the living room floor with one of my old friends. My husband is on the sofa watching us talk back and forth. Suddenly I pull all of my hair forward to cover my face and through the thick strands I watch my husband and friend talking. I grow upset because he holds his hand close to hers. I tell my friend I have to go to work but also tell her that she should hang out with my husband to gauge her reaction. She is nonchalant.