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Claire Biggs had a lot of things. My back. My attention. My heart. My soul. Yeah, she had all of me and that wasn’t an exaggeration.
Being happy was a decision I made for myself and, miraculously, it helped.
It couldn’t hurt when I was Gibsie, because Gibsie was my armor, and humor was my sword.
I knew her favorite song every year since August 7, 1989. I knew her secrets, her little habits, and traits that nobody else noticed. I wanted to waste my time on her. All of my time. All of the time.
From as far back as I could remember, my mind had always been very clear about three things. One: Hugh was my brother. Two: Bethany was my sister. Three: Claire was mine.
Gibsie belonged to the rest of the world. Gerard belonged just to me.
“Because he’s fucked in the head.”
Would have made such a lovely bride what a shame…
“You know, I think I’d love a daughter.” He scratched his jaw as he spoke. “I’d be delighted with sons, too, of course, but I’d love to raise a little girl with Shan.” Shrugging, he added, “You know, show her how different it should’ve been for her.”
Regardless, he seemed to have a strange camaraderie with our angsty friend. They probably bonded over their mutual hatred of all things human.
Saved his life but whatever
“I’m a barrister,” he explained, dressed in a designer suit, with sunglasses perched on his nose. He even had his hair slicked back like one of those corporate lawyers in the movies. “Like my dad.”
“Just take my number,” he said, retrieving a business card from his coat pocket. “Call that number when you’re ready.” “Wait!” I called after him, but he was already walking away. “When I’m ready for what?” He didn’t respond.
He knows.....
“You waited for me,” he said, squeezing my hand. “Now it’s my turn to wait for you.”
“Do you need a doctor?” “No, because it’s my own fault.”
WDYM!??
Think Andie Anderson’s dress in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days kind of yellow.”
“Why?” “Because I need to know it’s you touching me.”
Gibs…
“Time can’t heal when it doesn’t pass by.”
