2 States The Story Of My Marriage

I stood at the traffic intersection. Autos blared their horns at each other as if in
angry conversation. It was hardly the place to convince someone about the most
important decision of your life.
‘Uncle, but ...’ I said again.
Uncle folded his hands to before pressing the accelerator. The car started to
move. Fuck, how do I respond to folded hands? I thought. Uncle drove past me. Like
a defeated insurance salesman, I lifted my bag and walked towards the bank.