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“I heard it.” My voice is croaky. “Is he okay?”
“He is. He said he needs time to think. He said he made two big mistakes, and he’s made you both angry.”
“He hasn’t,” Jamie and I answer in twin unison.
“That’s what I told him,” Megan responds. “Everyone knows how much you two love him. You know what he’s like. So hard on himself if he isn’t . . .”
“Perfect.” The horrible word sounds like a curse out of my mouth. “Yeah, we know it.”
“He’s been under a lot of pressure and it’s just gotten to be too much.”
“Can I . . . Can I talk to him?” I am suddenly sick with nerves.
“He’s not staying with me. He only came by to . . .” She pauses.
“Pick up the ring,” Jamie supplies with no tact.
“Yeah,” she replies, soft and sad. “He said he needed it for something important.”
“Megan, I’m sorry I stared at you at Christmas.” I blurt it out. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you guys to break up, and I think your skin is phenomenal.”
She laughs. I hear the sounds of children in the background. Like she’s outside. “You did stare at me, so much.” She’s not resentful. “But I stared at you, too.”
It’s laughable. She’s a ten. I’m a solid six in the right light. “Me? Why would you?”
Megan covers the phone receiver. Says something like, In a minute, sweetie. Then she says, “Because I always knew how much he loves you.”
“We grew up together,” I say awkwardly. I look sideways at Jamie, but he’s neutral as he listens. “Of course he loves me. We’re like family. I’m like his sister.”
“He came alive at Christmas,” she tells me. “It took me years to admit it to myself, but if you were there, he was lit up. And if you were traveling, he was flat. It’s okay,” she rushes to assure me as I begin to object. “I know that technically, I was second in line to you.”
“I’m sorry,” Jamie interjects desperately. “I just thought if I introduced you guys, you’d help him get out of his depression. When you left he was pretty bad,” Jamie adds apologetically to me. “Megan is technically perfect for him.”
“No, I’m not,” Megan says, and the happy squeal of a kid nearly deafens us. “I’m really not. But Darcy is. I’m sorry, guys, but I’ve got to go.”
“How’d you get a kid so fast?” I’m glad she just laughs in response.
“I’m dating a guy who has a three-year-old. I’m just at the park watching them play around. It’s been quite unexpected. Like falling in love, doubled.” Megan pauses. “Can you guys let me know when he gets back? Please go easy on him.”
“I realized something. Tom has never asked us for anything. Did you know that?” Jamie says, and looks to me. I rack my brains. It’s true. “Nothing. Not a glass of water if it’s hot. Not money, not help, nothing. He just doesn’t know how to ask.”
“That was something I had an issue with, too,” Megan says.
“It’s easy,” I correct them both. “You just force it on him, and he sighs and says okay.”
“I think that only works if you’re you,” Jamie points out. “And yes, Megan, we’ll go easy on him. There’s nothing he can do that will make us . . .” Jamie can’t finish. His voice has choked up.
“Stop loving him,” I supply, strong and steady. “He’s made a few fuckups but they’re no big deal. We love him. We just want him back. We’ll make sure we earn him this time.”
We hang up and stare at the street together. When the next car approaches, Jamie and I sit up straight together. Slump together. For the first time since we were kids, we lean together.
“You’re right, Darce,” Jamie says after an endless stretch of time has passed and we have goose bumps and mosquito bites. “The twins need to work out how we can possibly deserve someone like Tom Valeska. When he comes back, we have to be able to prove it.”
I link my arm into my brother’s. “How can we possibly do that? He’s so . . .” The word perfect isn’t allowed anymore. I look up at the sky, and a shooting star streaks overhead, trailing down.
Loretta’s here. I feel her. I let the tears run down. “I miss him. I miss her.”
Jamie knows exactly who I mean. “We haven’t lost either of them, not really. They’re both just . . . taking a holiday. It’s okay. We’ll make it right.”
