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“A person who rhymes with ‘Blobby.’”
“Ah,” Taylor said, her face tightening a little in a way that made me feel rooted-for. “I think he’s fine.”
“‘Fine’ is a thing for you today.”
“It means he’s not… not okay.”
“That’s a shame.”
“More importantly,” she asked. “How are you?”
“I’ve been stuck here for a month,” I said. “I’m dying.”
Taylor nodded. “Because you need water in your gills.”
“Thank you!” I said, like At last. “Thank you for believing in my gills.”
Just then, Glenn walked in. “Stop talking about your gills,” he said.
“She’s a shark,” Taylor said, in my defense.
“Don’t encourage her.”
Other folks followed him in, and the conference room filled up. Amadi—so ever-likable with his round nose and wide smile—was back from Nigeria. Doghouse, back from Burkina Faso, had grown a beard to cover the burn scar on his jaw. Kelly was just back from Dubai with some gold hoop earrings that exactly matched her blond curls.
I tried not to watch the door for Robby.
I maintained good posture. I arranged my face into a pleasant, fine-thanks-and-how-are-you expression so precisely that my cheek muscles started quivering. I ignored the white noise shh-ing in my ears.
Finally, just as Glenn was clearing his throat to begin, Robby strolled in.
His buzz cut was longer. He wore a new, slim-cut suit, a tie I’d never seen, and his famous Vuarnets—even though we were inside. Though he whipped them off just as he entered the room.
Dammit. He made it work.
He’d always been better at style than at substance.
Did it ache to see him? Did it suck all the air out of my chest? Incapacitate me with emotion? Feel like I’d just swigged down a whole bottle of heartbreak?
No, actually.
This is good, I thought.
Wait. Was this good?
This meant I was over him, right? My endless time in Houston-slash-purgatory had done the trick. They say time heals all wounds. Was that it? Was I done?
Or had the past month just destroyed my ability to feel anything at all?
As Glenn revved up the meeting, I held my breath.
Please, please, please, I found myself thinking. For once, just let me get off easy.
Sometimes I wonder if I jinxed myself in that moment.
Because when Glenn started the meeting—leading with my new assignment—it hit me pretty fast that it was not going to be the escape I’d been holding my breath for.
“First things first,” Glenn said, as the room quieted, pointing at me. “Let’s talk about the new assignment for Brooks.” Glenn always called me ‘Brooks.’ I couldn’t guarantee he even knew my first name. “It’s a juicy one,” Glenn went on. “Outside our normal wheelhouse. Should be pretty absorbing. It’s actually a new assignment for everybody in here. Kind of an all-hands-on-deck situation. But Brooks will be the primary.”
