I opened the garage door and just barged in, hands full with the recycling bin, skipping the light, I don't need it. I began to sort things into bags-paper in green, plastic in purple, metal in orange, when his voice made my heart stop.
What are you up to, Princess?
I drop the tins and turn around and there he is, leaning against PJ's jeep, which had the soft top stolen off it two weeks ago in Burnaby and so it's been parked in the garage because we live in a rainforest. He ordered a new top from the dealer but it takes forever.
I thought you weren't coming back here, Jake.
You haven't greeted me like that since that one time you tried to leave me.
I'm tired and I have a headache.
So then tell me what's going on with Lochlan and with Caleb and then you can go get an aspirin.
Why? Not like you can fix it.
Maybe you can talk through it with me and fix it yourself.
Channeling Ben today, are we?
He's not around enough.
He flew in to sabotage my trip and then he went back to work today.
I shrug. You know Ben.
Jacob's whole face changes and his generosity is gone. What are you up to?
I stand in front of him and play with my rings, I feel very small all of the sudden. I stick my lower lip out unconsciously. It's complicated.
Gee, how? Apparently they are all evil.
I think you're the evil one.
Fight fire with fire, Jacob.
Bridget, this isn't you. You aren't vindictive and shallow. You don't play people. You just need everyone. But it doesn't look like this when you do it. This is deviance.
Both, then, from where I'm standing.
You're not actually standing here though. I'm just crazy. Why make the effort to be anything else anymore? If I'm going to spend time with Caleb I'm going to take the rest of his money, clear and simple. If Ben is going to work around the clock and then demand my loyalty then I will punish him too. And I don't know what to do with Lochlan and that's why my head hurts so much all the time from thinking too hard.
You're right. It's complicated.
I can't fix this anymore, Jake. I can't even see which end is up. And now you're back and everyone's just going to freak out over that too.
Bridget? Who are you talking to?
Lochlan's standing in the door. He still has that awful look on his face from when he confronted me hours ago with the rest of the money from Caleb. The money I tried to hide until I figure out exactly what to do with it, because I've never had this much at once before and I've decided that I have to come first so I'm not even considering giving it back. He didn't expect to feel this way about it. It's as if he's waking up finally. Motherfucker. I love him and I hate him. It's exactly the way I feel about myself right now.
Jacob, you mean.
No one, I repeat and he dissolves into frustrated tears.
What are we doing, Peanut?
I wish everyone would stop asking me that. I don't know!