He glowers better than anyone, this one, and he likes you to understand precisely how disappointed he is in you to the letter.
You're adding things in to your writing and you think I won't notice, Neamhchiontach.
I don't care if you notice. I don't write for you.
Maybe you should. The glower turns into a scowl. Maybe you should write about something other than me.
I don't write about him, much. I don't want to engage in this game of semantics today. Today I want to marvel at living in a place where the rain never stops. Where everything is lush and rotten and I spend all of my free time now kicking mushrooms off the cliff. It's going to be my February Olympic sport, I believe, unless PJ or Lochlan puts a stop to it because they grow right on the outer edge and when you wind up to kick you're leaving your anchor leg on wet grass with a good downward slope.
And my balance isn't what it used to be, though it was once Olympic-level. Enough to fool around on a highwire and be fairly popular for it without hitting the net most weeks.
Sometimes hitting the net proved to be more lucrative, however because then the barkers would call people in from the street insisting that she might make it without falling...tonight. Don't miss it!
(Oddly it never occurred to people that we might be faking that hype. They ate it up. And I fed off it like it was gravy on rocks to a junkyard dog.)
Caleb came out in the pouring rain, just as I reached the outer edge of Daniel's lawn and met Batman's, which is mostly deck and very little grass and so I had started to walk back. I feel as though if I had still been facing the sea and lashing out with my strongest leg into the air Caleb would have simply reached out and shoved me off the edge. I know I sometimes get these incredible urges to do it to him. Wouldn't it be so easy just to have him gone too?
But then I remember that he is the reason I still have yet to go through missing Cole. Why miss him when I practically have him still?
And then I also recall that Caleb loves me to pieces and gets angry and antsy when he doesn't get time with me regularly and comes out swinging for the hills every. goddamned. time.
I'll go back and edit, I lie.
Thank you. Things I think we've overcome, Bridget. It hurts to see you make reference to them when I don't expect it.
Sorry.
No harm done. I don't think anyone reads it anyway.
Of course not. It's just for me.
I still feel as though I'm the one responsible for you growing up into this beautiful woman.
I nod. It's always safest to agree with crazy people.
He nods back. Let's go in before we float away. At this rate I won't have to wait for spring for a swim. He looks toward the pool. The cover is on but it's dipped in the centre, heavy with rainwater. It's a puddle on a puddle but if the cover doesn't have a little give it will break.
I like it.
You always did like everything in the extreme.
Lochlan says you have to live big.
How does he live now, Bridget? He lives in your house and has to deal with you living big while he waits.
I didn't mean that-
It's all the same in the end.
Bullshit. Don't be an asshole, Diabhal.
It would have been easier just to push you off. You're right.
Stop reading my mind.
Pretty hard not to. Especially on a day such as this. Your feelings radiate.
Well, next time fetch someone less fighty to come collect me and I'll go quietly.
Into the night?
If that's where they lead me. I tilt my head as I answer him so my meaning is as clear as the raindrops on his face.
I could still push you off.
Just do it already.
No, I haven't had any fun yet today. Maybe later.
You're adding things in to your writing and you think I won't notice, Neamhchiontach.
I don't care if you notice. I don't write for you.
Maybe you should. The glower turns into a scowl. Maybe you should write about something other than me.
I don't write about him, much. I don't want to engage in this game of semantics today. Today I want to marvel at living in a place where the rain never stops. Where everything is lush and rotten and I spend all of my free time now kicking mushrooms off the cliff. It's going to be my February Olympic sport, I believe, unless PJ or Lochlan puts a stop to it because they grow right on the outer edge and when you wind up to kick you're leaving your anchor leg on wet grass with a good downward slope.
And my balance isn't what it used to be, though it was once Olympic-level. Enough to fool around on a highwire and be fairly popular for it without hitting the net most weeks.
Sometimes hitting the net proved to be more lucrative, however because then the barkers would call people in from the street insisting that she might make it without falling...tonight. Don't miss it!
(Oddly it never occurred to people that we might be faking that hype. They ate it up. And I fed off it like it was gravy on rocks to a junkyard dog.)
Caleb came out in the pouring rain, just as I reached the outer edge of Daniel's lawn and met Batman's, which is mostly deck and very little grass and so I had started to walk back. I feel as though if I had still been facing the sea and lashing out with my strongest leg into the air Caleb would have simply reached out and shoved me off the edge. I know I sometimes get these incredible urges to do it to him. Wouldn't it be so easy just to have him gone too?
But then I remember that he is the reason I still have yet to go through missing Cole. Why miss him when I practically have him still?
And then I also recall that Caleb loves me to pieces and gets angry and antsy when he doesn't get time with me regularly and comes out swinging for the hills every. goddamned. time.
I'll go back and edit, I lie.
Thank you. Things I think we've overcome, Bridget. It hurts to see you make reference to them when I don't expect it.
Sorry.
No harm done. I don't think anyone reads it anyway.
Of course not. It's just for me.
I still feel as though I'm the one responsible for you growing up into this beautiful woman.
I nod. It's always safest to agree with crazy people.
He nods back. Let's go in before we float away. At this rate I won't have to wait for spring for a swim. He looks toward the pool. The cover is on but it's dipped in the centre, heavy with rainwater. It's a puddle on a puddle but if the cover doesn't have a little give it will break.
I like it.
You always did like everything in the extreme.
Lochlan says you have to live big.
How does he live now, Bridget? He lives in your house and has to deal with you living big while he waits.
I didn't mean that-
It's all the same in the end.
Bullshit. Don't be an asshole, Diabhal.
It would have been easier just to push you off. You're right.
Stop reading my mind.
Pretty hard not to. Especially on a day such as this. Your feelings radiate.
Well, next time fetch someone less fighty to come collect me and I'll go quietly.
Into the night?
If that's where they lead me. I tilt my head as I answer him so my meaning is as clear as the raindrops on his face.
I could still push you off.
Just do it already.
No, I haven't had any fun yet today. Maybe later.