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“I guess you can be my muse without taking off your clothes.”
She lets out an audible sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’m so glad you understand.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth. I don’t understand shit. I’m only agreeing cause you’ve got the piano.”
She laughs again. “Come for the music, stay for the excellent company.”
“If you don’t say so yourself.”
“I’ll prove it. When do you want to come by? I teach an art class at the library Monday through Friday. I leave around 8:30 am and get home by two every day.”
“I’m flexible. The crew comes early and stays all day, so I can’t even get into my house until the evening. I’ll let them know they can deliver it tomorrow.”
"Tomorrow?”
There’s a hesitancy in her voice so I decide to give her one more easy out. “Text me when it’s delivered and let me know what works.and I’ll come by, then.”
She blows out a short breath. “Okay, sounds good. I’ll text when I’m ready,”
“Sweet dreams, Beth.” I hang up and save her number. That went better than I thought it would. But I feel less settled than I have all day. What the fuck am I going to do?
I pick up my phone and open my notes app. I open the folder titled Blue Clover and start a new note “Can’t Be What We’re Not.”
A text message notification flashes on my screen from Clover—the name I saved Beth’s number under. My feet hit the floor before I finish reading her short missive. It’s a picture of the studio, with the piano sitting there.
“I took the chance you’d say yes and I called Gary and had it delivered here this afternoon. I’m ready.”
21
Beth
Soul To The Universe
“Dina, save me from myself,” I say as soon as she picks up.
“Hold on…one sec,” she whispers, and I hear rustling and then a few seconds later a quiet click of a door closing.
“Now what’d you say?” she asks in a normal voice.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. You were in bed. Did I wake Wes up?”
“I wasn’t sleeping. Wes isn’t here.” She sighs. “I hope you’ve got something exciting to tell me, and that you’re not calling to say hi or some shit. “
“Are you okay?” I’m startled by how despondent she sounds.
“Same as always. Now tell me.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
She sighs loudly. “Elisabeth Mortimer-Wolfe, I was masturbating, and you interrupted so you better get to talking.”
I relax at the return of her humor. “I feel terrible. It’s not that exciting. I invited Carter over. Like right now.”
She cackles. “Oh my God. You made a booty call.”
“No, no no, it’s not a booty call. He’s coming over to play the piano.”
“Is play the piano code for sex?”
