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right now
I don't want to think about it. If you are truly my friend you will
get off of the subject and do it now. Do you understand?"
    She looked at me and her expression was a
mix of fear and pity. I was not comfortable with either.
    "Have it your way, Ty. Eventually you will
have to deal with it and the longer it takes the worse it is going
to be."
    "Can I use your charger for my Blackberry?"
I asked changing the subject. "My dad is going to be phoning me
back."
    "Sure," she said getting up off of the couch
to get her charger.
    I plugged it into the wall and immediately I
got some beeps that I had text messages. I looked at the screen.
They were from Trey.
     
     
    " We need to talk. Where are you?"
     
    That was followed by another one six minutes
later.
     
    "Tylar I love you - please
talk to me."
     
    Finally the last one had been sent about
three minutes ago.
     
    "Please talk to me baby. I
want to explain."
     
    Yeah right. What was there to explain? Trey
had gone through a tough six-and-a-half months with me. Between the
nausea and my tiredness and lack of sexual interest he had suffered
the effects. I now knew how he rolled. That was that.
    "When will Tristan be home?" I suddenly
thought to ask.
    "He is closing tonight, so it will be late.
Why?"
    "You can't tell him that I was here. He will
tell Trey."
    "Ty, don’t you think that Trey probably
knows where you've gone? I'm surprised he hasn't called or shown up
here by now."
    As if on cue her Blackberry chimed.
    "Holy shit. Speak of the devil."
    "Gina," I hissed, "You can't let him know
that I am here. Even if you say that I'm not here he will hear the
hostility in your voice. Please - do this for me?"
    She rolled her eyes as she answered his
call.
    "Hey Trey," she greeted congenially, "What's
up?"
    "What?"
    "Whoa - wait a minute; slow down Trey I'm
not making heads or tails of what you're saying."
    (Gina was good. That was why she was my
BFF.)
    "No Trey, I haven't seen her. I hate to
admit this but I actually haven't seen her since Marley's graveside
service. What the hell is going on?"
    I watched as Gina let him bury himself.
    "What are you saying? Why did she leave
upset?"
    “What kind of a misunderstanding?”
    She paused and looked over at me rolling her
eyes.
    “No, that’s okay – if you don’t feel like
going into the details now I understand. If she calls or comes by I
will let her know that you’re desperate to speak with her.”
    Gina ended the call and turned to me.
    “Trey is desperate to speak with you,” she
said flatly. “There. I did what I said I would do. Would you like a
glass of wine?”
    Thanks Gina,” I said relaxing back against
the cushions on the sofa. “That sounds great.”
    I drank three glasses of wine enjoying the
relaxing, numbing feeling that was sinking in. I stretched out on
the sofa and drifted off to sleep while Gina went to make dinner
for us. I wasn’t really hungry but she insisted I needed to eat and
get some meat back on my bones.
    Gina roused me from my nap a little while
later. My dad was on the phone. He had made all of my flight
arrangements for tomorrow afternoon. He said he would be at the
airport to pick me up. He asked me to try and calm down.
    (Fat chance!)
    I assured him that I would.
    Gina had made pasta salad so we sat down and
ate in silence. I poured myself another glass of wine as I wolfed
down the food. It was amazingly good. Gina had developed some
domesticity along the way it appeared.
    “Ty – you need to let Trey know where you
are and where you’re going. It’s the right thing to do. Plus, what
are you going to do about Preston? It’s one thing to desert him;
but you don’t want it to look like you deserted your daughter you
know, well just in case –"
    “In case what, Gina?”
    “Well to be honest – in case you decide to
divorce him. That’s all I’m saying. I mean you don’t want him using
Preston as a weapon against you, right?”
    “I can’t think about any of that right