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She spoke truth.
Holy wow.
He was in as deep as me.
“And, you know, Raye,” she went on. “Not many men take time out of their day to hit up a woman’s place of business to share face to face he has to change their date plans. I was impressed then. I mean, one-two punch, he was so interested, he wanted to see where you worked, at the same time see you. He’s in, and that in isdeep.”
“We’ve known each other a couple of days and had one very bad, totally awesome date.”
“All I gotta say to that is, life is shit, and it’s totally awesome, so if you can sort through your shit and think being with him through it is awesome, you best be pulling out the trifle bowl.”
This referred to making my famous chocolate pudding.
For Cap.
My trifle bowl saw a lot of action. Every Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas at Luna’s folks’ house. Every Oasis Square get-together. And nearly every girls’ night in at my place.
I once showed at our Oasis Square Independence Day Extravaganza without it, and I was shunned. Until I dashed out to Fry’s and did my best with the time I had (I liked my pud to cure overnight, it was still good, because what made it couldn’t be bad, but it wasn’t my best effort).
“This is what I know,” Luna broke into my pudding reverie. “You have never told a single date or boyfriend the story of your sister. Not because you’re ashamed of it, but because you didn’t deem them worthy. You deemed this guy worthy. And you are one together bitch. It isn’t about hormones or hotness. This guy has got something that reaches you. Which means I’m making dinner for him Sunday night after our Dream Intervention.”
This was big.
Huge.
Luna had never invited one of my guys to her house for dinner.
It took Luna a year to invite Hunter to one of her soirees.
She was an ace hostess, but the woman was picky.
“That’s Sunday?” I asked after the Intervention.
“Actually, you should invite Cap to it,” she said…insanely. “He needs to know what he’s getting into with our family.”
Our family.
Oh snap.
I might cry again.
“Don’t make me emotional. I glanced at my face in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and my eyes are scary puffy. In fact, I need to get off the phone and get my eye mask out of the freezer so I can get a minute or two with it on before he gets back.”
“Your phone goes with you, bitch.”
True.
I got out of bed and headed to the freezer, saying, “Still, I shouldn’t be on the phone gabbing with my bestie when he gets home. He’ll know we’ve been talking about him.”
“He doesn’t strike me as a dunderhead.”
Dunderhead?
Where does she get this stuff?
She kept going.
“If he doesn’t figure you did it while he was walking Cleo, he’ll know it’s gonna happen eventually.”
