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“I’m getting death threats,” I tell him. And that’s the truth. People are crazy about their sports heroes.
Sinking deeper in his office chair, he runs his fingers through his salted brown hair. “Yes, that’s…unfortunate.”
It doesn’t look like he means it. In fact, it looks like he doesn’t give two turds either way.
“Look”––he sighs tiredly. Like I’m an inconvenience he wants to be rid of as quickly as possible––“lay low for a while. We can revisit in a few months. Say…after the storm dies down.”
This is what loyalty gets me. Discarded over a tweet, thrown away like yesterday’s news for reporting the truth. My Nan always said never trust a good-looking man.
Ben picks up his Starbuck’s take-out cup and brings it to his lips, lips that have covered mine, lips I used to fantasize about…lips I want to punch at the moment. It’s then I recall––Ben’s left handed.
Chapter 2
“Get out of the car…Get out of the car right now and get in there. Prostrate yourself at the altar of sisterly good will, and you won’t have to set up house on skid row,” I tell myself.
There are times in life where one must accept his or her fate. This is not one of those times.
I pause the banging of my forehead on the steering wheel of my ancient Jetta to glance at my sister’s shiny new custom-built house. I don’t have many options, but going back to New York with my tail tucked will definitely not be one of them. Which is why I find myself in Pacific Palisades, parked in my sister’s hand-crafted cobblestone driveway for the last twenty minutes, psyching myself up to go inside.
The two week eviction notice I found in my mailbox this morning said it’s long past time I paid her a visit. I’ve been out of work for a month and have officially run out of money. Time to flex my ovaries and get in there, throw myself at her perfectly pedicured feet, and beg her to let me stay in her she-shed for an undetermined amount of time.
There’s no other option, and I’ve contemplated all of them. Unemployment barely covers my rent, and most of my friends are either married or in long term relationships. Asking them to let me stay for a week is one thing, but I can’t be sure how long my situation is going to last. And let’s be real, if one is to abuse someone’s hospitality it ought to be family.
This is going to take a lot of swallowed pride––thus the apprehension.
Jackie is one of those people that does everything right. She’s overachieved at everything she’s ever set her mind to. Life for her is a straight line at a perfect forty-five-degree angle. No wobble in her trajectory. Not even a slight pause, let alone a stumble. She’s the perfect daughter, a blue-ribbon show pony. While I’m…not.
That’s not a bad thing though. Because I’ve essentially been left alone to screw up with impunity. And I have…case in point.
“What are you doing?”
The familiar male voice startles me into an audible screech. “Jesus…Charlie!”
My brother-in-law bends down to peer into the open driver’s side window of my jalopy. He’s dressed in sweats and a faded UCLA Bruins t-shirt, hair mussed, his pale blue eyes laughing at me from behind thick-rimmed black eyeglasses. His lips curl into an insidious smirk as he takes a sip of what is, without a doubt, ethically sourced coffee.
“You scared the crap out of me, you creep.”
“Says the woman sitting in my driveway, talking to herself for the past twenty minutes.” Turning, Charlie walks back toward the house. “Are you coming?”
I either get in there or pop a tent on the corner of San Vincente and Bundy. Grabbing the bag of fresh bagels I bought for the occasion, I dutifully follow after him.
Inside, Jackie is at the kitchen table, stuffing her face with yogurt and granola. Her dark brown eyes peer up at me and do a quick and brutal assessment of my short denim overalls/white tank top/Princess Leia hair buns combo. My sister has strong opinions of what a professional woman should dress like and my preferred style, the Princess Leia hair buns and eclectic clothes ain’t it.
“I come bearing gifts,” I say flashing the goody bag and take a seat at the table opposite the two of them. “And the overalls are Helmut Lang FYI.”
“So inappropriate and expensive,” she says right out of the starting gate, nodding, “cool.” Another spoonful of food gets shoveled into her mouth. “I said to Charlie ‘Look, babe, a bum has appropriated our driveway,’ and then I said ‘Oh, never mind, it’s just my baby sister.’ Do you ever wash your car?”
She’s one to talk. The show pony is wearing a coffee stained USC Law sweatshirt, pajama bottoms, and her black hair is haphazardly piled on top of her head which, frankly, looks unwashed.
