Then she called Matthew.He answered, Where the fuck are you? I've been calling you for hours.She said, I was asleep. Just woke up. What's the problem?Don't tell me you're still in your hotel room in your bed.Didn't I say I just woke up? Still in bed. Needed some sleep. Just waking up. . . .Is that right?. . . Where are you right now?Antigua motherfucking Yacht Club. Room twenty-fucking-nine. Sitting on a . . . four-poster bed that has a damn mosquito net pulled back so I know I can see what the fuck I see. And I see an empty four-poster bed . . . But hell, maybe I'm wrong, because I know I didn't marry a goddamn liar. So I guess if I'm in your room and you're in the goddamn bed, just waking up, then either I am as blind as a fucking bat or you must be fucking invisible.
~ Eric Jerome Dickey
