“Cavemen,” she muttered.
I ignored that and shared, “Incidental news, Alexis’s father is kind of a dick.”
Dream didn’t have anything to say to that.
“So, tomorrow after your shift, I can give you the whole skinny about Knox.” I felt his eyes come to me. I looked down at him and shook my head to communicate it wouldn’t be the whole skinny, just enough of it I could keep my plan moving forward with making sisters out of my sister and me. “And you can tell me how it went with Byron.”
His lips hitched up at one side (nice), and he turned back to skiing.
“I don’t want you to think I’m making a statement with this or anything,” she began.
Terrific.
“But Sunday nights after the kids leave and after I’ve worked seven days straight are kind of the only me time I have. So it isn’t that I don’t want the skinny, it’s just, I’d rather take a bath, drink a glass of wine and give myself a facial.”
Oh.
Well then.
It actually was terrific.
“I feel you,” I told her.
“But the date with Byron went great.”
“Really?” I asked.
“He was very worried about you, and I thought that was sweet.”
“I think he’s a nice guy.”
“I tested him by showing him about five hundred pictures of the kids. He’s either a good actor or he understands a mom’s need to brag about her children and hear people say how cute they are, because he didn’t seem to get tired of it at all.”
“Oh, he totally got tired of it. But that’s how much he likes you.”
“Yeah,” she said softly.
“Did he kiss you?”
“Yeah,” she said softer still.
My back straightened and I felt Knox’s attention again on me.
But I was all about this intel.
“Ohmigod, is he good?”
“Nerds can kiss. Like really kiss. Who knew?” she replied.
Ohmigod!
Byron was a good kisser!
Thus commenced me and my sister having the first healthy conversation—on the phone or ever—for the next half an hour. She told me about Byron (it really did sound like a good date, case in point, they already had another one planned). I gave her a little about Knox. We discussed what a dick Alexis’s dad was (Dream’s take: “Of course, he’s pissing on his patch about his own daughter, which is revolting. And the second of course is he’s dragging his wife right along with him. What a tool.”—by the way, I agreed).
Knox got up to take the casserole out and put the salmon filets in.
Dream had to let me go to get the kids down.
