“Well, you are going to pull yourself together, get up, have a shower, and write the best damn story that no one has been able to do yet.”
I used my arm to dry my face and leaned my head back against the wall. He was right. I couldn’t let this swallow me up whole again. I could look him straight in the eye and not let him have the satisfaction of knowing he had destroyed a major part of me.
“Yeah.” I let out a heavy breath.
“Good. Now, aren’t you glad you called me?”
I laughed at my best friend. He always knew the right time to be funny and strong.
“Yes.”
“That’s right.”
“How’re the groom’s sisters?” I did manage a smile as I said it.
“Well, I dug a hole in the woods yesterday, you know, just in case I need to dispose of them quickly.”
“Smart.” I sniffed.
There was a long stretch of silence, as we both needed to be together in the best way we could.
“How does he look?”
A flicker of pain stabbed my stomach when I pictured his face.
“You remember the girl who used to work the copier for us last summer?”
“Oh, yeah, I do.” He chuckled.
“Times that by ten.”
“You know what you need, then?”
“What?”
“You need to get some.”
“What?”
“It’s a proven fact, Sienna.” He cleared his throat. “Part of your problem is that you’re sexually frustrated. If you could calm down yourthunder-dunder,think how well you could straighten out your head.”
“I could use some thunder,” I joked back.
“Coming,” he yelled out to someone. “I have to go, but I’ll call you later.”
“Thanks. I needed this.”
“You know I’m always here. Well, in one way or another.” As he laughed, he hung up.
I closed my eyes with a chuckle.
“Okay.” I took a deep breath and dragged my tired body to the shower.