I never wanted you, she said. It was forced. You forced yourself on me. Had no choice.

We all have choices, he said.  There’s door number one and door number two.

And you were three. So odd. I had. I had others to choose from. Suitors, lovers, men who would have given me anything. One owned a ranch in Texas. Another was a producer. Then there were countless truck drivers coming through here. Interesting offers. Romantic adventures.

There wasn’t any movie producer. No ranch owner. Lucky I found you. I was your last chance. Last hope.

There were many men before you. I don’t know what I was waiting for. Some kind of cowboy to sweep me off my feet.

Well…

You were supposed to be a one night fling. A roll in the hay.

Yeah, well. Twenty-five years later.

Right.

He nodded his head. Took a swig of coffee. Watched as Peterbilts and Kenworths rolled onto the highway.

Don’t you get no ideas, she whispered. Like I said. You forced yourself on me. Like glue. Now you’re stuck, she put her arm around him. You want some pie?

Sure.