“What is she doing here?” he asked. “She lives here, Camilla. What areyoudoing here?”
She cocked her head to the side.
“It’s Friday, remember? You know, the day we both take an extra-long lunch break and catch up? The same thing we’ve been doing for the last month? Dad, I even sent you a text like, thirty minutes ago to let you know I was on my way.”
“Shite.” Noah ran his hand through his hair as if remembering on the spot that she was right and that he’d screwed up. “We were interviewing nannies today. Totally forgot to tell you.”
“Oh,” Cammy said. “You’re interviewing nannies? Motherhood already too hard for her?”
“Hey!” I exclaimed. I didn’t care that things were bad with me and Cammy – I wasn’t about to let her talk to me like that.
“You’d better watch the way you speak to her,” Noah said. “Not a chance in hell you’re going to show her disrespect in this house.”
Cammy opened her mouth and then immediately closed it as if considering something smart to say but thinking better of it.
“Whatever,” she said. “Fine. We still on for lunch or what?”
Noah glanced over at me. He was a good guy, always considerate of me and making sure that I had some say in the matter.
“Go ahead,” I said. “I took the rest of the day off so we could discuss the nanny thing. I’ll handle the kids.”
Noah nodded. I could sense he knew that the best thing to do would be to get Cammy out of the house as soon as possible.
“Come on,” he said to her. “Let’s go. We can discuss where we’re eating on the way.”
“Not sure I have much of an appetite anymore,” Cammy said as Noah led her out of the house. “But we can talk about it.”
She shot me a hard look over her shoulder as they left. The front door opened and shut, then I was alone.
I knew Cammy was still upset with me but experiencing just how much was something else.
All I wanted to do was cry.
So, I did.