turned the electric skillet down, and covered it.
That done, I grabbed some potatoes to peel.
Having a conversation with myself is pretty normal, if Teagan isn’t around, who else really wants to listen to me? “Great Cara, you covered the stupid sink, where are you going to peel potatoes?”
“That’s a good question.”
I looked up and saw Jerkface. Right there. In my living room.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I almost had a heart attack.
I considered fainting, but couldn’t decide what he would do while I lay helpless on the ground. Helpless is bad. I decided not to faint. Not yet.
I couldn’t think of a single intelligent thing to do or say, so I just stood there, peeler in hand, skillet bubbling away, Jerkface drenched like a drowned rat, standing in my living room, dripping on my carpet.
“Aren’t you going to say something Cara?”
“I kind of figured that you were in charge. I figured if you wanted me to talk you would ask me a question.”
“Smart woman.”
“I hope so.”
We stood there for a while. Lightening hit right outside my window. Scared the ever-loving bejeezus out of me. I jumped.
“Scared Cara?”
“I think anybody in their right mind would be a little nervous. You’re in my apartment. You were not invited. I don’t know why you’re here or what you want. Being a little jumpy is probably the only reasonable thing to be.”
“I’ve tried to talk to you Cara but you just won’t listen.”
“I’m listening now.”
“Yeah. You’re listening now that you’ve ruined everything.”
Okay, I admit it, he pushed a button, and unfortunately, at those times in life when a normal person would be quiet, I get loud. I can’t help it. It’s a blurtation issue.
I may have been loud, “I ruined everything? Excuse me? I didn’t do anything at all. If you weren’t following me around and lying to me and everyone else, your life wouldn’t be what it is. You did this to you. All I did was a favor for the family priest. I didn’t start this. I still don’t know what the hell this even is.”
“You’re a smart woman, Cara. That’s what everybody says.”
“Obviously you aren’t talking about my family, so just who is ‘everybody’?”
“You just can’t shut up. You always have to be a smartass. I’m trying to help you.”
“Yeah, you want to explain that to me, cause you’re dripping on my carpet, uninvited, unannounced, and unwanted. I don’t see that as particularly helpful.”
“I told you to get out of the way.”
“You told me that you were working on an undercover operation for the police. If that were the case, what the hell happened in the parking lot? The police didn’t seem to be involved in your actions, or was that all an act just to make the bad guys think you were doing something you weren’t?”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I agree. So why don’t you tell me?”
“You really want me to do that? You really want to know what’s going on Cara?”
“What I really want is for you to turn around and leave. I’ll sop up all the water on my carpet, you stay away, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”
“Too late.”
“It’s never too late. Life is cause and effect. Everything you do changes the outcome of everything to date. You can choose to make the outcome of this situation different by the decisions you make right now.”
“Good theory, but haven’t you ever heard of momentum? This whole thing started a while ago. Now it’s rolling down hill. I swear to God I thought it was all gonna be okay, but then everything went to shit, and still, I thought I could turn it around, just like you said, but then I couldn’t find it. I looked everywhere.”
“Find it?” He kept talking as if I weren’t even there.
“Then I heard your brother laughing about you at work. He said you could find a germ at a hundred paces, blindfolded, and I figured if there was anything to find, even something tiny, you would find it.”
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