forges on. “Well, then you know that sex is something special between two people who—”
“Can it,” Caitlin says. “You can take that little speech back to 1950 and give it to someone who might believe you.”
“Well, that’s what sex should be.” Sweat breaks out on his brow. “It’s better when you care about the person.”
There are so many components to what makes good sex, things he’s just now discovering for himself, but that’s not what he wants to say. He wants to give them good advice. The advice he wishes someone had given him. He just has no idea what that is.
Olivia sighs. “Patrick says if you have sex with a lot of people and don’t use a condom, you can catch a virus called HIV, which can turn into AIDS. Uncle Kevin’s Roy died from AIDS.”
“Roy died from AIDS-related illnesses,” Caitlin corrects.
“You’ve talked to Patrick about sex?” Will’s brain is whirring.
“No, of course not! That’d be weird.” Olivia wrinkles her nose in disgust. “I’ve talked to him about AIDS.”
Because that’s not weird. “When? Why?”
“At Thanksgiving. Because I asked.” Olivia tosses the book into her backpack and stretches. “He’s good at explaining things. You should ask him about sex, Caitlin. He’d probably tell you a lot more than Will.”
“No! Don’t ask Patrick about sex.”
“He’s a doctor,” Olivia goes on. “He knows how bodies work.”
God, does he ever know how bodies work.
Will clears his throat. “Patrick isn’t family.”
“He’s your husband. He’s family.” Olivia crosses her arms over her chest.
Caitlin shoots him a smirk.
Will flounders. “Patrick has different ideas than our family does about sex.”
“Like what?” Olivia demands
Like that you can just have it and it’s okay. Like sex is fun and doesn’t require commitment or love. That’s all fine for him and Patrick, great even. But it’s not okay for his little sisters. He doesn’t want to think about why. He doesn’t want to think about his sisters and sex at all, actually. It shouldn’t be his responsibility.
“Forget about sex.”
Caitlin snorts. “Wuss.”
Will tries to ignore her. “Let’s go back to Mom. She’s allowed to make her own choices. She’s a grownup.”
“Grownups put responsibility first. She puts sex first.”
He scowls. “Drop the sex, Caitlin. It’s not about that. She loves…well, she loves being in love.”
“So, basically she’s a slut,” Caitlin says.
“Caitlin!” This isn’t his job . Dammit, he could use a drink. Just to take the edge off. He could swing by—
No .
He glares. “First off, that word is not okay. Do you understand?”
“You’re not our father.”
Will takes a deep breath. “No, I’m not.”
Olivia rolls down her window and hawks a loogie out. Will winces but says nothing, letting Caitlin handle it with her cry of, “Gross! That’s disgusting!”
Olivia rolls the window back up, unfazed. “Uncle Kevin says Mom falls in love easily. He says that’s not a bad thing or a good thing. It’s just the way it is.”
“She falls out of love just as fast.” Caitlin adjusts the heating vent on her side of the car.
“Except for Tony,” Olivia murmurs. “Mom always loves Tony.”
Will feels them both looking at him like that means something, and the hair on the nape of his neck stands up. What his parents feel for each other isn’t love. It’s obsession and it’s sick.
“Love, real love, isn’t like that at all,” he says quietly.
“You sure fell in love with Patrick fast,” Caitlin says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Why don’t you tell us what ‘real love’ is really like?”
He flips on his blinker and makes the turn toward the farm. If Caitlin wants to challenge him, fine. He’ll step up and meet her head on. “Love makes you a better person. A stronger person.”
“Well, then Mom’s never loved any of the men she’s been with.” Caitlin’s anger vibrates through her
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