Still.
When knocking sounds on my door, I ignore it.Even though Salome tries to jump off the couch to attack the person disturbing me.
“There’s a good puppy.” I scratch under his chin, laughing as he tries to lick my face.
My cell rings.
I ignore that too.
Petty? Sue me.
I turn up the volume on the YouTube video I’m watching then lower it when Salome whines.
Maxim: The guards say you aren’t answering the door
I turn up the volume a touch more.
Maxim: Just let them drive you home
Maxim:Please, korovka
This time, I don’t go into the message.
“Why’s your husband calling me?” Shay shouts from his bedroom.
“Because he’s a dick,” I holler back. “And I have no time for dicks.”
“Wow, it took getting married for you to figure that out?”
“Fuck off, Seamus!”
My cursing leads to his feet stomping on the staircase. Pausing in the doorway, he blinks at me.
“What?” I snipe.
“You called me Seamus.”
“It’s your name, isn’t it?” I snuggle up to Salome. “I’m watching TV. See aforementioned ‘I don’t have time for dicks.’”
He glances at the screen. “You’re watching some dude in the UK take the bus as far north as he possibly can?”
“For twenty quid.”
“I’m surprised you know what a quid is.”
“Pur-lease. I’ve heard you and Aela talking about your time in the UK before.” I sniff. “It’s interesting.”
“Looks like it,” he says dryly as he steps deeper into the room then falls back onto the couch.
The cushions gasp at his sudden weight, but he doesn’t say much else, just watches the vlog with me.
As it meanders to an end somewhere in Middlesbrough, wherever the hell that is, and I don’t play another video, just raw dog the algorithm, he tentatively inquires, “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Lies. You were looking for fuck furniture the other day. Now you don’t want to talk to him?”
“He pissed me off.”
