Hubbs gets off of work a half an hour before I do. When I got home last night, he wasn't there.
"Maybe I left earlier than I thought"
"Maybe he had to stay late"
"Maybe he's dead on the side of the road, and I'm not going to know until the highway patrol comes knocking on my door at midnight"
"Oh my God, who would I call to come stay with Youngest? How can I face life without him? I knew this was too good to be true. I KNEW something terrible was going to happen."
Hubbs pulls up, about 30 minutes late.
"Where were you? I thought you were dead!"
"I told you I had to go drug test for my new job"
"Oh yeah"
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