“So you had no choice but to intervene. Is that what you’re saying?”
“No.” Another pause. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I’m not mad,” I say, and it’s mostly the truth. “I just don’t like being manipulated.”
“I know. I didn’t feel like I was manipulating anyone, but I can see your point.” She inhales. “But good news. Jason and I get home tomorrow. We changed our plans since Henry is doing so much better, and we’ll be coming straight home to Boulder, so I’ll see you right away. I want you to come to dinner tomorrow night.”
“After an international flight? Take some time to get your time zones straight, Ang.”
She laughs. “Good. You’re really not mad at me. I don’t think I could bear that, Tabs. And you’re right. Tomorrow is out. How about Tuesday?”
“Sure,” I say.
“Great. I can’t wait to see you and tell you about the trip. And you can tell me about…”
“Are you waiting for me to volunteer a talking point?”
She laughs again. “I’ll just ask, then. You and Henry… Are you okay?”
“We’re fine.”
A pause. Again. “Tabs, I’m not asking for details. I don’t want them. But I need to say again that I didn’t do this to manipulate either of you. I did it because you both seemed like you were drowning.”
“I’m not drowning,” I say. “I’m…wet.” It’s a stupid sentence. But one that has two distinct meanings. Will she get the sexual one?
“That’s my girl,” she says. “Wring yourself out. Hang yourself out to dry.” Another breath. “Do you want me to back off?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. She’s already gotten herself pretty involved at this point.
“I want you to be Angie,” I finally say. “My friend Angie. Not my puppeteer Angie.”
“Copy that.” She’s quiet for a beat. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say. “Do you want to talk to Henry?”
“Uh…no. I’ll just call him later on his cell. Jason and I will probably drive up to see him this coming weekend.”
“Okay.”
We hang up, and I return to the kitchen.
Henry’s dishing up our breakfast. “Where’d you go?”
“Phone call.” I hold up my cell.
His features go rigid. He wants to ask who it was, but he knows it’s not his business.
“It was your sister,” I say to put him out of his misery. “Checking up on me. On us, to be honest.”
He exhales sharply. “Ah… I’m surprised she hasn’t called me.”
“She said she’s going to.” I take a seat at the table. “She and Jason are getting back tomorrow.”
“You okay?” He bites off the top of a strip of bacon.
“Fine,” I say too quickly.
“You want to go on another walk?” he asks.
