I stared at the monitor on the wall for a good ten minutes before he pushed the button again.
Bridget? Are you still there?
Yes.
Can you open the gate, please? Joel is sitting in his car at the end of my driveway and I don't feel like letting him in. Come on. We can watch the demise of the Canadian side of the NHL.
None of our teams are going to make it to the playoffs. No bets have been made. But still I can't bring myself to buzz the gate open.
Today isn't a really good day for a visit, Joel.
Duncan said it was. I turn and shoot laser beams from my eyes at Duncan who smiles lazily from the kitchen door because he follows me everywhere sometimes. Especially on days after Caleb seemingly does everything right. He takes guarding my body far too literally and I should know better but I don't. I know nothing but Duncan knows even less this morning.
He might not have all the information one needs to make that determination. I tell Joel and I can see as he rolls his eyes.
Bridget, I'll just jump the gate.
You'll get shot by the turret guns.
Jesus Christ. You have guns now?
Jump the gate and find out.
Put Duncan on the speaker, please.
He isn't here right now.
Bullshit. He's behind you.
Duncan laughs and reaches over my head and in front of my face to hit the button that opens the gate. Let him in, Poem. He's a good antidote for Caleb's poison.
He probably just heard about the bikini and wants to see it. That isn't going to happen.
I'll just show him the photos.
You took pictures of me?
I'm not a monk, Bridge.
You might be after today.
