My jaw was grinding so hard I swear I could feel my teeth cracking.
“Why do you even care?” Unc put in, wheeling up to the table. “You said you were planning on letting her go anyway.”
There were all looking hard at me and I tried to ignore it, accidentally driving the needle deep into my thumb.
So close. . . so close to finishing it.
“You fuckers know I lied,” I ground out. “I don’t want Polly to leave at all.”
It was the most miserable Christmas I could ever have imagined.
The half-decorated tree stood like a rebuke in the corner.
Half-decorated because Polly was supposed to finish decorating it the night she left, planned to make cranberry strings and popcorn balls because she wanted a real old-fashioned Christmas.
So now the entire house was like a frozen monument to the moment I fucked up.
Where in the fucking hellwasshe?
What if she had gotten in an accident in that broken-down ass car?
But I’d checked every day at the hospital. No one of her description had come in.
Every night I drove up and down the streets, because it appeared I could no longer sleep through the night without Polly beside me.
But I had never seen a single curly hair of Polly’s.
Had she left the state? Had she left thecountry?
I wanted to vomit.
“If you could’ve only gotten her aunt’s name!” I said like an idiot to Buzz, because I’d said it a thousand times before. “Shemustbe there.”
“She said to call her Bon-Bon!”
“Well, there is no such person as Bon-Bon in this town. That’s not pulling up anyone. How did you not find out what her name was? You wanted to fuck her, didn’t you?”
Fizz looked irritably at me.
“I wanted to court herromantically,” he said. “I’m not surprised you lost Polly with that attitude. She’s probably happy to get away from your boorish behavior.”
I wanted to throttle him, but I controlled my temper with an effort.
“Think of how I feel with the fact that you’ve ruined my chances with her aunt unless you can un-fuck this up,” he continued.
Polly would not appreciate me throttling Fizz
Polly would not appreciate me throttling Fizz
Polly would not appreciate me throttling Fizz
Christmas dinner had been a very grim meal of beanie weenies, and to wash it down I had been popping beer after beer.
“Which one of you fellows needs to take a shit?” Fizz asked as we sat morosely around the table.
“I’m not used to so many damn beans,” Vladdy said.
“I was busy at the desk,” Mac retorted. “Any of you want to take up cooking?”
