since I never heard him come in.
"You can't be held accountable for your son's actions," he adds, and then he picks up two cans of beer from the ice bucket on the kitchen table and leaves.
I smile at Nancy and say, "There's something to be said for men of few words. They get straight to the point."
She smiles back at me and nods. "I'll go look for your uncle now. He's feeling even more guilty than I am."
We hug, and she leaves through the back door. I hope they're able to console each other.
I go back out to the living room with a tray, and the neighbors have gone. There's no one left besides Ernest and the captain. It's kind of incongruous to see those two macho men on the flowery cushions of my mother's swing. I let them be and go into cleaning mode.
For an instant I can make myself believe that I'm in New York at the restaurant, cleaning up after a very busy evening. I can dream that next week I'll start my summer internship in the law firm that hired me for their eight-week summer program. I would have made a bundle of money, had something to brag about on my resume, and learned what the life of a criminal attorney is like.
They were very polite and nice when I called to let them know that I had a family situation that would prevent me from joining them this summer; still, now I'm probably blacklisted for any possible future internship there.
I miss my life in New York; I miss Lyv. She's been calling me every other day to cheer me up. This morning she said that she had moved everything out of my dorm room. She's storing my stuff in the restaurant's basement, and she had spoken to the dean of the law school about my situation and asked me if I was considering a transfer to a Florida university.
I'm not sure what I need to do for my third year.
What's going to happen to my scholarship if I request a transfer? David used to say, "No need to worry when it's only about money."
Oh, God, no. David's dead .
I drop the tray on the counter in the kitchen and fall apart.
I've been holding my head up all day, and now all the tears I've held back are coming out at once. I lean against the wall and slide down to the floor. I cry my heart out until I hear the kitchen door open.
Captain Williams and Everest walk in.
"There you are," says the captain. "We were looking for you."
I want to scramble to my feet and apologize, but I just can't.
Everest says, "You can go, sir. I'll stay until she's better."
The captain thanks him and leaves.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Everest grabs another beer from the bucket and sits on the kitchen floor next to me. He's close enough that my shoulder touches his arm. After a moment, I pull myself together and I stop crying. When my breathing is back to normal, he hands me a tissue. I wipe my eyes and blow my nose.
Everest's got amazing green eyes. It’s almost the same shade of green than Brian’s eyes. But Everest has blond hair trimmed by a buzz cut. Everest is sexy.
What's wrong with me? Brian's kiss has kicked my libido awake. It had been asleep for years, and it's coming back with a vengeance. Seriously, Lisa, you're thinking about sex on the day you buried your brother? Yeah, I guess I am, but then, is there a better way to celebrate life?
"How are you feeling?" Everest asks, compassion in his eyes, but not just that. There's a twinkle of something else.
"Lost… broken… sad… angry… and also scared," I answer slowly as I think about it, looking in the emerald sea of his eyes. He's got incredibly long lashes for a man.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No, not really," I say, but then, because there's something about him that makes him easy to talk to, I start thinking out loud. "I need to do the best that I can with the hand I'm dealt. I'm thinking about moving back here with my mother because she can't live alone. But that'll be okay as long as I find a way to finish school. I know in time I'll be fine… Oh, and even if I just hang around for the summer only, I need to find a job to