I sat in the love seat looking out the window across the park at the trailer. The trailer was the same length as the one we are in but much nicer. I could tell by the pink curtains in the living room and red curtains covering the bedroom window. With no air conditioning, a breeze from the open window was a welcome relief. My stomach hurt. My head did a spin when I got up but I had to be by the window closer to the night air. Across the park, the trailer is occupied by two men. I don’t know much about them except they keep a nice clean house. Mark had said so when he and Stephen paid them a visit when we moved in with Mark’s cousin Samantha. Sam and Stephen shared a couple of joints with us about an hour ago. Mark had just came in from work when Stephen got out the bag and rolled them. It didn’t take me long to start feeling the effects.

“Carrie. I’ll see if Robert and Henry have something to help your stomach?” Mark jumped up and practically ran out the door across to their trailer before I could respond.

“We’re going to bed Carrie. Pot always makes me horny.” Sam rubbed on Stephens arm and off they went to their bedroom.

So here I am sitting in front of an open window looking across the park at a trailer which occupies my newlywed husband. I sit here thinking about what has happened and what will happen. I expect for him to return any minute but ten turns into a hour. An hour turns into three hours. I know he is in the trailer. I watch as the lights turn off and on in the kitchen. I watch as the lights go out in the kitchen, then in the living room. I think he’ll come out now but then the bedroom light comes on, then it goes off. The whole place is dead and my husband doesn’t come out.

I am confused. I am hurting. I sit with my arms hugging my knees. My head laying on my arms looking out the window watching a dark trailer. Mark had left early to go to work leaving me here with Sam all day with nothing to do. I have nothing to clean. My clothes are all in one garbage bag in the corner. I have nothing else except one pair of sandals and my purse which contains my Drivers License, a hair brush, a tube of lipstick and an empty compact I use for the mirror. Mark has his clothes in two suit cases and his good work clothes hung up on a hook over the back passenger door of the Buick. Other than that we have nothing. Most married couples are buying their first house, thinking about children and both working full-time jobs. We have a car paid for with his income tax return earlier this year but that’s all.