UNFINISHED BUSINESS...

As we begin to drive, Veronica grimaces in pain and begins to speak, “I just want you to promise me that you won't get too upset or judge me...” I nod my head but she quickly says, “NO, I want to hear you say it.” In a very dry and irritated voice I tell her, “I promise I won't get mad...or judge you.” She looks at me and tightly squeezes her lips together and doesn't say anything. I look over at her and in a puzzled voice ask, “What?” I can see tears begin to roll down her cheek as she continues to look at me as if to prematurely say I’m sorry. She looks down, reaches in her pocket and takes out a set of car keys she looks up and barely above a whisper says, “Stop the car...and take my keys and open the trunk, once you see what's in there what I have to tell you will make more sense.” Once again I feel like I'm being spun like a top, but I stop the SUV anyway. I snatch the keys from her, open the door and head to the car. At this point I just want to see what's in this trunk, get back in the SUV, get back on the road and hear what Veronica has to say. I slowly make my way to the trunk open it and count 7 bags similar to the one April brought to the SUV. I open one of the bags and find it packed with banded $1OO bills, I slowly open the 6 remaining bags and each one is filled the same way. At this point I'm lost to why there are 7 bags in this trunk filled with money, and I'm even more lost to why we were about to leave without them. I close the trunk grab the keys and start my way back to the SUV to suggest we take this money with us - when I get there Veronica is on an iPHONE. I reach in the left, then right coat pocket and find the iPHONE that was “given” to me is not there. I open the door and get in and find the conversation has gotten noticeably quieter. If I didn’t see the phone on her ear or her mouth moving I would think she wasn’t on the phone. I'm straining to hear her conversation, but can only make out, “OK, I will...I'm the one that called you...look, just be there...yes, yes...bye.” She hangs up looks at me hands me the phone and says, “Sorry, I believe this is yours, I was on an important call when my phone died, so I had to borrow yours...I hope you don't mind.” I nod my head to acknowledge that it was cool, but as I sit there, I wonder how she made a call on a locked phone...