Artwork by Nick Galifianakis. Early the next morning, my car is spotted by another neighbor, and Connie is informed.
All hell breaks loose.
On the other hand, Connie gave me the heave-ho, so it should be all right for Sally and me to be seen in the neighborhood together. Isn't that a heartwarming tale. You take a worthy stab at weaseling out of the blame, but to lay it on Connie, the titular heaver of ho, is too laughably bold to be funny. Pretend you're Connie. Pretend that the person who slept next to you for seven months isn't in love with you.