Oh hey then! Real estate agent shows up and I'm there in cut off shorts and a shirt that reads WHISKEY POLE ROCK AND ROLL, the words stacked up like shame, regret and invisibility-cloak-wishes.
But he laughed and declined to call attention to it, instead asking if Caleb was around. Caleb was coming down the steps of the boathouse and saw me and started to smile but then he saw my shirt and his whole face dropped like a stone. I made a mental note to thank Dalton again. I love this shirt.
He greeted the agent with a familiar handshake and offered tea in his kitchen. Then he variably dismissed me without an introduction.
So I introduced myself as his landlady slash sister in law slash submissive.
He laughed and said sister in law is correct and would I be a dear and go find Ben?
Ben's out, I tell him proudly.
PJ then.
He's with Ben?
We'll see you later then.
Oh, I'm not busy.
Bridget-
I get it. You're embarrassed. Okay, gotcha. I pull two pretend guns and shoot at him and then turn to head back to the house.
This is your family?
My brother's wife. He died a while ago and I look after things for her.
Oh, that explains it.
She's a bit uneven with her moods.
I understand. Well, you're a good man.
HE'S THE BEST! I yell across the driveway, because fuck you too, Diabhal.
