He didn’t argue, probably because he saw there was no point. Letting go of me, he walked slowly toward the gate. Gripping the handle, he creaked it open. I caught sight of his brilliant blue eyes one last time before he slammed the gate shut.
Didn’t want to wake you, pretty girl. You looked so peaceful.Last night was so intense that just thinking about it made my entire body tingle.
I couldn’t dwell on it, though. Nate was Nate and I had stuff to do. That was when I bolted up in bed and remembered my car. Shit. It had a flat and my truck was sitting at the bowling alley. I needed to call a tow company to pick it up or maybe I could drive it somewhere like Nate had done in Bridgeway.I considered asking Nate for advice before I changed my mind. We’d just had sex, he left in the middle of the night, and now I’d be texting him like some whiney chick who needed something more from him? No thanks.I looked for my clothes, which were strewn across the room. I felt a momentary pang about exactly how they got that way, but pushed through it. As I yanked on my underwear and a T-shirt, I thought of who was on the schedule today that could give me a lift to my car and then to work. I could ask Dex, but that would send him mixed signals. I knew Emmy wasn’t on until later and was busy at the animal shelter this morning. I’d be giving her an earful today for sure. Finally, I settled on Bennett.
I pulled out my phone and scrolled for his name.I might need a lift to work. Any tire advice?
Bennett: I’m confused. What do you mean? Where are you?
Well that was strange—didn’t Bennett remember what had happened last night?Susan? Hi. It’s elsie.
Hi. Can you meet this afternoon to go over arrangements? arrangements? I hadn’t really thought about what susan would want to talk about. arrangements hadn’t even occurred to me. now, as I let it register, I realize that of course there are arrangements.there are things to plan, carefully calculated ways to grieve. you can’t even mourn in peace. you must do it through american customs and civilities. the next few days will be full of obituaries and eulogies. Coffins and caterers. I’m shocked she’s even contemplating me being a part of them.Sure. absolutely, I say, trying to inject some semblance of get-up-and-go into my voice. Where should I meet you?
I’m staying at the Beverly Hilton, she says and she tells me where it is, as if I haven’t lived in los angeles for years.Oh, I say. I didn’t realize you were staying in town. she lives two hours away. she can’t at least stay in her own city? leave this one to me?