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“See? I told you she doesn’t hate you.” “No, she definitely hates me,” I grumble without looking up. “Not that much if she screwed you in the library.” “But enough to pull the emergency alarm afterward and leave me to deal with campus security.”
“That is America’s Ass. Though maybe not anymore. It might belong to Bria the Velociraptor now.”
Kaplan: Dr. Halperon stopped by my office. Me: You didn’t show her your drawer, did you? I’ll be highly disturbed if so. Kaplan: Thanks…that imagery is now living rent-free in my head, but not in a good way. More like in a “raccoons squatting in an abandoned building” kind of way. Me: Raccoons are supposedly cute. Kaplan: Sometimes also rabid. Anyway, Dr. Halperon had a comment about my new incense diffuser. She wanted to know where I got such a nice cherry scent. Me: Christ. I’m not sure I’m happy to be right this time.
“I love you, Bria Brooks.” Air flees my lungs. I search every memory, but I don’t find it anywhere. I already know it was never there. No one has ever said that to me before. I shake my head. My eyes sting and burn. “No,” is all I can manage to say. Eli’s smile erupts with a laugh, as though this is endearing and sweet and not monumental and tectonic. “Yes.” “You can’t.” “I can. I do. Sorry, not sorry.” My breath is unsteady. Eli kisses the bridge of my nose and I press my fingertips into the firm muscles of his arms, willing myself to hold on and not tap his shoulders. He doesn’t know
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“Bria’s the one who convinced me to start my own business. I used to work part-time at Berkshire University in Custodial Services, but I couldn’t get the full-time hours.” Amy leaves out the part about her shitty abusive husband, Ronald, who refused to let her take full-time hours. He experienced a totally unsuspicious, completely accidental death that Samuel and I had nothing to do with…
