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“Can’t I just write a check?”
Natalie laughed aloud.
“No, asshole. You should come. Besides, it would look worse if you don’t show. You know the gossip in this circle, everyone knows about you and Vivian.” I let out a long sigh. As much as I hated to admit it, my sister was right. I was sick of everyone in town giving me a pitiful look, as if they understood everything I was going through.
“I know. I guess I’ll go. Just don’t really want to.”
There was silence on her end for a bit, she only got like that if she had to say something she would rather keep to herself.
“What is it, Nat?”
She sighed.
“Why don’t you just tell everyone the truth? People think you got divorced because you were running around on her.”
“Because, what good would that do? None.”
Yeah, once gossip hit the mill, Vivian was right on top of it. She made up elaborate stories of how I would go on fake business trips, come home smelling like other women late at night. She wanted to maintain her perfect girl image, and she was completely fine with throwing me under the bus to achieve that. I was never one to get wrapped up in all of that, I just hated how it messed up my parents’ image. They were respected in the city, big time real estate investors responsible for half of the state’s development. So, everyone knew about them, and after Vivian’s shit storm with the media, they quickly learned about their fuck-up son. I never said anything about it because I knew Vivian, she only wanted a rise out of me and she wasn’t going to get one.
“Yeah, but it would make things easier for you.”
“Not really.” I sighed.
“Well, you should bring a date. Not those tramps you pick up at clubs. You know, Penny is still single.” I rolled my eyes. She had been trying to hook me up with her receptionist for almost two years now.
Natalie is a board-certified psychologist, and has published a bunch of research papers I kept promising her I am going to read. She’s successful. And she kept trying to play matchmaker.
“I’m good.”
“Come on, she’s cute! Or are you done with brunettes?”
“No. Stop trying to psychoanalyze me.” I said sternly. Downside of having a psychologist for a sister, I was her first patient.
“I’m not. But you should come in for a session. Maybe you’ll open up a bit if it’s more formal.”
I didn’t say no right away. I had a lot holding in that I would rather not hold onto anymore, but I wasn’t sure I could tell my sister yet. Or anyone. I barely knew my own thoughts that flickered in my own head for most of the time.
“Maybe. Aren’t you at work right now?” I asked her. It was late afternoon on a Friday, she usually had patients booked up to close.
“Not for an hour. But we should have dinner. I haven’t seen you in forever.”
“You saw me three days ago. And what about Kit Kat?” I could hear her frown and it made me chuckle.
“Kevin. His name is Kevin.” She hated when I called him that. I couldn’t help not liking him, anyone who dates my big sister has to jump through fiery hoops to win her over. “And he is away on business, remember?”
Oh. No wonder she was bothering me. She’s just lonely. Kevin was a medical sales rep, so his job kind of had him running around a lot. I think they’ve been dating…four months now. Five?
“Right. Sure, we can have dinner. I’m not leaving the penthouse though.”
She giggled.
“Okay. I’ll bring our favorite. See you!” She hung up, her chipper voice ringing in my ear.
I finished off the rest of the movie. The new one about fast cars with the guy from Breaking Bad. I suck at names. It was about seven, and then my mother called me. It must have been bother Tristan day. There are at least three every week.
“Hey, mom.” I answered.
“Honey, you sound so tired. I thought you didn’t even work anymore.” I rolled my eyes. Selling a company off doesn’t mean I don’t work anymore.
