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And I tore it up. I tore it all up.
“Don’t cry, they’re just waffles,” he says, smiling. “It’s heading toward lunchtime. I’ve got stuff to show you before we call Jamie.” His phone begins ringing. “Speak of the devil.”
I take the ringing phone and hit speakerphone. Even with tears in my eyes and a regret-thickened throat, I can still say: “Hello, you’ve reached the micro-penis counseling service.”
There’s silence on the other end, then a deep sigh that I’d know anywhere. I heard it before I was born, probably. Tom grins, teeth white, and it’s probably a better feeling than a stadium of people laughing. He’s 2 percent mine. It’s official.
Jamie speaks. “Hilarious. She’s just hilarious.”
“I thought so,” Tom replies.
I stay in character. “How small is your penis, sir?”
“Don’t encourage her,” Jamie orders as Tom breaks and begins laughing. “Darcy, where’s your phone?”
“Women’s bathroom at Sully’s. Second stall from the end.”
“Well, get a new one, dimwit.”
“I’ve got an old one in my car you can have.” Tom’s all about solutions, especially when his boss Jamie is within earshot.
“No, I think I like things better this way,” I tell him. Coffee, waffles, Tom, Patty leaning against my shin, and my brother is calling me dimwit again? Tom’s fixed everything.
Jamie says, “So, let me guess. She’s so hungover she’s a ghost.”
“Ah, well . . . ,” Tom says, because he doesn’t have a lie mode.
I’ve got lie mode on autopilot. “I’ve just gotten back from a walk.”
My brother just laughs in response, for a little too long. “Sure. Are you going to stay out of Tom’s way while he gets started on the house?”
“I’m sure I’ll be gone before he even opens his toolbox, don’t worry.”
“That’d be right,” Jami
e says, sarcasm dripping. “Skip out before anything hard. Poor Tom’s going to have to do everything himself.”
“Poor Tom is here to do a job and get paid,” Tom reminds Jamie.
I open the box lid and there are two perfect waffles. “Hey, I have to pack the house. That’s plenty hard.” I drown them in syrup and begin breaking them apart with my hands. I feed Patty a tiny piece and myself a huge piece.
“You’ll flirt Tom into doing it.”
“I will not,” I snap, mouth full, licking my fingers. Above me, Tom’s face is partway between pained and amused.
“You will. You’re going to be worse than ever now.” Jamie scoffs. “No doubt your sympathy was completely unconvincing.”
“I’ll be worse why? What does he mean?” I look up at Tom. He shrugs and interrupts our petty flow.
“We’ve got a lot to do between now and next Monday when the crew arrives. Darce needs to pack, and I want you both to agree on the style we’re doing.”
“Modern,” Jamie says at the exact same moment as I say, “Vintage.”
Tom groans and plops down heavily on the end of the couch. I move my legs just in time. He pinches his hand across his eyes. “Goodbye, cruel world.”
“It’s going to be fine,” I assure him through my bite of waffle. “Don’t you worry.” I tear off a chunk and feed it into his mouth.
“Easy for you to say,” Jamie says. “You’re going to be walking around in a random country licking an ice-cream cone while Tom and I do all the hard work. What’s next on your personal reinvention journey, by the way? You’ve done the piercing and the tough haircut. It’s gotta be a tattoo next.”
