Loch shows me a whole pageful of SMS on his phone. Invitations from Caleb to go out for breakfast. Or lunch. Dinner? He scrolls down. It's been going on for days. He hasn't replied once.
At least politely refuse.
I got no use for anything polite when it comes to that fucker.
That fucker owns this house.
Hey my house is out in the driveway, Bridget! The minute you pack your shit and get out there I won't have him holding anything over my head now, will I?
Loch-
Just nevermind. I'll phone him and find out what he wants if it means so much to you.
He disappears and comes back five minutes later.
We're having lunch.
In public?
Sure? If he doesn't say anything stupid I won't punch him, okay? Is that good enough?
Yes. What does he want?
I dunno. He said we could go over some investments he thinks might work for me and he said there was something he wants to clear up.
Well, have fun.
What are you going to do for lunch?
PJ and I will eat here.
Okay. I'll be home as quick as I can.
Take your time.
He kisses my cheek and pulls me right up against his chest so hard I grind against his ribs and then he lets go and heads out. I wish I were a fly on the wall. I'm tempted to send a chaperone but it seems like they actually can manage to get along when I'm not there.
I mean, once upon a time before I moved to their street, they were best friends for five years straight. That's a long time in kid-years. I know they miss each other. Well, I like to think they do but I don't think a shared lunch is going to change anything. Not today, not ever. They've been enemies now for decades. They both want to just move on and forget history so it's ironic that they keep each other from actually doing it.
Maybe death actually will trump betrayal. I didn't think it did but I'll find out soon enough.
