The chew, chew, pop rhythm that came from the back seat drove Janet mad. She wasn't sure who had given Laura that box of bubblegum- the cheap kind that sugars out after half a dozen chews- but she was tempted to find the culprit and stick a with a wad of chewed up gum in places she wouldn't say out loud.
She would take, however, the smacking over the crying. The divorce was hard on Laura, and Janet almost considered staying with Mike for her sake. Almost, but after the last time she found him drunk on their porch with another woman's name scrawled on the inside of his hand, she knew she couldn't stay in the marriage any longer. The empty space where her wedding band used to be still ached. The bed that always seemed so small and was suddenly too large kept her awake at night, wondering what she could do better.
Behind her, Janet could hear the unwrapping of another piece of gum. "Alright baby, that's enough."
"But Mom!" Always in protest. "Daddy said to chew up, it's good for my teeth."
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