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“Oh!”
She gives me a look.
“Oh, she’s fine.”
“She’s fine?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “She’s fine.”
“Pretty as you?”
I pick something out of my eye and look at it. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
She smirks.
“She sort of gives me the energy of a person who would voluntarily dine in a coffee shop named something stupid like ‘Eggshellant.’” I shake my head at my own assumption. “And I can’t help but wonder what that says about a person. I mean, that’s not just manifesting eggshells to be in your food but I dare say it is in fact demanding it.”
“That’s your read on her?” Bridget blinks. “Bad coffee shop vibe?”
“Yeah.” I shrug a bit helplessly. “Bit tasteless.”
“Okay taste in boys, though—”
“BJ isn’t taste in boys, he is boys.” I roll my eyes. “Everyone who likes boys likes BJ.”
“I don’t.” She gives me a curt smile.
“Firstly, you absolutely had a crush on him your first year at school—”
“Definitely did.” She nods. “He was so hot.” She pauses to think on that. “Yuck!” She pulls a face. “Why’d you remind me of that?”
I roll my eyes.
“Are threatened by her?”
“Well, she’s the only person he’s ever dated besides me, so yes, I suppose…”
Bridget stares at the road for a few seconds before asking ultra-brightly, “So why do you think he likes her?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug.
“Maybe she’s wild in bed.”
I give her a look. “Bridget—”
“I’m serious. Someone like him, that’s probably a consideration.”
“What do you mean ‘someone like him’?” I frown defensively.
“Oh, I mean a big old slurry.”
I chew down on my thumbnail without thinking. “Was he bad while I was gone?”
She makes an exasperated sound with her mouth as she shoots me a look. “You’d think he was trying to break some kind of record.”
I scrunch up my face. I feel sadder again, like I’m losing him more. I don’t know to how many different people and in how many different ways I’ve lost him, but the feeling is familiar. I’ve been feeling it in some way or another for the last almost-five years. Sometimes I think it might feel like falling down a really deep well. Every bump and stone I hit on the way down is a different person and mistake we’ve made — he’s made — and I never seem to hit the floor of losing him. I just keep falling farther away from the daylight of our maybe-one-day.
“I wasn’t very wild in bed,” I tell the window.
