Morpheus puts an arm around me. <i> “You’re all right, blossom,” </i> he says, his mouth at my ear. <i> “Can you drive?” </i><br />I nod and sniffle.<br /><i> “Good.” </i> He scoots back to his seat, then grabs my chin to force me to look at him. <i> “Next time, I expect you to figure a way out. A netherling way.”<br />My tears gather around his hand, smudging his fingers with makeup.<br /><i> “You didn’t leave me,” </i> I utter in disbelief. <i> “I thought you would leave me.” </i><br />He releases my face and looks out the opposite window while rubbing his hand on his jeans to wipe off my mascara. <i> “Nonsense. I stayed for the car.” </i></i>