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Naomi: You’re free? Or you can be?
Alvaro: What’s the difference?
Naomi: One implies that you’re already free, the other that you’re doing something that needs your attention.
Alvaro: The second.
Alvaro: But if you need me, then that’s more important.
Alvaro: Do you need me, bunny? I’ll leave right now.
My breath stops and the tears start to fall freely.
Naomi: I need you.
The video call comes through not a second later. Alvie is exiting a room and walking down a hall. He glances down at his screen and his face drops when he sees me on the verge of tears.
“Give me one minute,” he says softly. A door swings open and clicks shut behind him, the lights coming on automatically. “Bunny, what’s going on?”
I shake my head.
“Use your words, Naomi.”
“It hurts. It hurts so much,” I gasp out.
“What hurts, baby?” His tone is sugar sweet.
My breathing is labored and I’m trying to gulp down air to no avail.
“She doesn’t want me,” I sob out.
After my conversation with Alvie, I decide that, after giving myself one more week to mope, it’s time for me to start moving forward. Which all starts with a trip to Sally’s, of course.
I’m unpacking bags from my shopping trip in the bathroom when the door to the room I’m staying in at Selene and Gunnar’s place swings wide open.
“Okay, this is quite enough,” Selene snaps. “No more sulking. I’ve let you have your menty b and now we’re done. Got it?”
I jump at her sudden entrance and the sheer volume of her voice.
“Oh, babe. No . . . ,” she says, marching over to where I stand with the Sally’s bag in my hand. “We don’t ruin a perfect, natural blonde over boys.”
“It wasn’t just a boy,” I mumble.
“Fine. Girls and others too. You get my point. But . . .” She glances down at the boxes on the counter and the scissors in my hand. “A terrible, uneven bob cut and red hair dye are not the answers to your problems, cariña.”
I groan at her enthusiasm.
“You need to get out of those pajamas and out of this house.”
“I just left the house to run errands,” I defend.
“To go about butchering your hair? That doesn’t count,” she snarks.
“Selene,” I start, my voice hoarse from crying on the phone to Alvie.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Or is it months? I’m not really sure.
Selene and Gunnar were really kind to take me in after I blew up my entire life, but I know that their kindness will come to an end eventually. They’re a couple on the path to marriage and their own happily ever after. Why would they want to keep a negative Naomi like me around?
