And I'm not a sociable person, truthfully.
I'm ridiculously awkward and have a tendency to throw on an act, be it weird or perfectly normal, I never know what's going to come out. I have eight hundred emails here and I'm trying to reply in order of how much I like you. Corey called me direct and I told him it was my number, and who did he want, I'd give him theirs, or I would let them know he was calling and they could call him back but he said he wanted to talk to me, and I asked why, almost rudely. The only time he wants to talk to me anymore is to talk me into something for his work and I don't make music videos or single covers anymore unless there's a lot of money involved or it's something insane like a pool full of bubbles and fire but no, he just wanted to catch up and see how I was.
Which was nice and he is good, though he hates where he is currently and already broke up with his girlfriend. So clearly he's bored and he called me. I get that. We had a nice chat and when this is over I invited him out for supper.
Then the Russians showed up which was really fun, as we scrambled to figure out how to tell them we aren't accepting visitors and finally Caleb went out to the porch and while misguided, they were concerned that I had been feeling poorly and wanted to see for themselves that I was better. I walked out on the porch and when I got to where Caleb was he stopped me so I could go no further. The driver walked to the bottom of the steps and laid down a huge bouquet of roses for me and Easter chocolate for the children. They reminded us to call if we needed anything and then the two black cars reversed down the driveway, one a Ghost, one a Mercedes.
Jesus Christ.
We came back in and made coffee and breakfast quite robotically after that. I can't believe they didn't trust their own doctors not to lie to them. What the fuck. Caleb is shellshocked. I'm just angry that the doctor is giving updates about my private health issues to a bunch of mob-
Bridget, you know that's how he gets paid.
I thought you paid him to do house calls.
I do, but he's on their payroll. They know everything.
I thought this was finished.
It is.
Then why were they just in my driveway demanding proof that I'm fine from a simple ear infection?
I think the old guy is fond of you.
Yeah, well, I'm scared of him.
Then Robin called but I let it go to message because I didn't want to vent all over him and he finally called Dylan who relayed all of Robin's concerns by shouting them across the room until I made the throat-slitting motion and he stopped and I'm not supposed to mention Dylan anyway.
Lochlan squeezed my hand and says the only way I can spin it is to be glad there are a lot of people high up looking out for me.
I look at him and nod. What's your name again?
Bridget. There's no use being nervous.
The mafia didn't just show up looking for proof you were alright. I need to get Caleb out from under them-
He made his bed-
With me in it!
It's fine. They're out for a drive. They want to help. Lochlan, who has spent his entire life around shady folk, folks on the run, folks up to no good and people looking to escape the wrong they've caused is completely at peace with all of it.
If they come back no one open the gates. I'll talk to them on coms. They don't get to be here at my house.
He nods. I know he's putting on a brave show for me, just like he does every time the doctor shows up and he knows a report will be made.
The doctor is an easy perk. Use who you know.
Is that riffing on 'Keep your enemies closer'?
Maybe.
I vow to spend the rest of the day on the beach, my phone upstairs in a drawer. There are two different places I can hide down there and pretend the world isn't real, which was nice for a moment or two as an escape but now it seems like an absolute necessity.
I'm ridiculously awkward and have a tendency to throw on an act, be it weird or perfectly normal, I never know what's going to come out. I have eight hundred emails here and I'm trying to reply in order of how much I like you. Corey called me direct and I told him it was my number, and who did he want, I'd give him theirs, or I would let them know he was calling and they could call him back but he said he wanted to talk to me, and I asked why, almost rudely. The only time he wants to talk to me anymore is to talk me into something for his work and I don't make music videos or single covers anymore unless there's a lot of money involved or it's something insane like a pool full of bubbles and fire but no, he just wanted to catch up and see how I was.
Which was nice and he is good, though he hates where he is currently and already broke up with his girlfriend. So clearly he's bored and he called me. I get that. We had a nice chat and when this is over I invited him out for supper.
Then the Russians showed up which was really fun, as we scrambled to figure out how to tell them we aren't accepting visitors and finally Caleb went out to the porch and while misguided, they were concerned that I had been feeling poorly and wanted to see for themselves that I was better. I walked out on the porch and when I got to where Caleb was he stopped me so I could go no further. The driver walked to the bottom of the steps and laid down a huge bouquet of roses for me and Easter chocolate for the children. They reminded us to call if we needed anything and then the two black cars reversed down the driveway, one a Ghost, one a Mercedes.
Jesus Christ.
We came back in and made coffee and breakfast quite robotically after that. I can't believe they didn't trust their own doctors not to lie to them. What the fuck. Caleb is shellshocked. I'm just angry that the doctor is giving updates about my private health issues to a bunch of mob-
Bridget, you know that's how he gets paid.
I thought you paid him to do house calls.
I do, but he's on their payroll. They know everything.
I thought this was finished.
It is.
Then why were they just in my driveway demanding proof that I'm fine from a simple ear infection?
I think the old guy is fond of you.
Yeah, well, I'm scared of him.
Then Robin called but I let it go to message because I didn't want to vent all over him and he finally called Dylan who relayed all of Robin's concerns by shouting them across the room until I made the throat-slitting motion and he stopped and I'm not supposed to mention Dylan anyway.
Lochlan squeezed my hand and says the only way I can spin it is to be glad there are a lot of people high up looking out for me.
I look at him and nod. What's your name again?
Bridget. There's no use being nervous.
The mafia didn't just show up looking for proof you were alright. I need to get Caleb out from under them-
He made his bed-
With me in it!
It's fine. They're out for a drive. They want to help. Lochlan, who has spent his entire life around shady folk, folks on the run, folks up to no good and people looking to escape the wrong they've caused is completely at peace with all of it.
If they come back no one open the gates. I'll talk to them on coms. They don't get to be here at my house.
He nods. I know he's putting on a brave show for me, just like he does every time the doctor shows up and he knows a report will be made.
The doctor is an easy perk. Use who you know.
Is that riffing on 'Keep your enemies closer'?
Maybe.
I vow to spend the rest of the day on the beach, my phone upstairs in a drawer. There are two different places I can hide down there and pretend the world isn't real, which was nice for a moment or two as an escape but now it seems like an absolute necessity.