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“Does that mean our weekend’s off?” I ask her, point blank, hearing the tremor of emotion in my voice which makes me feel stupid.
Abby’s the one and only person whogetsme. And spending time with her is like breathing fresh air.
Ineedthis weekend to happen.
Plus, it’s the only time I can get off from work. But there I go again, making this all about me.
Her silence doesn’t help things, and from the sound of the traffic, she’s hours away as it is.
“Abs?” I ask, but she giggles, doing that thing on the phone where one of us just goes quiet to see how long they can go without laughing.
I don’t know, we’re like twenty years old, but some things never get old.
“Abs, I’m serious,” I remind her, sniffing back my emotions and smiling again.
Abby always makes things better somehow, just by being herself.
“Of course, we’re still having our weekend, silly!” she chuckles. “Why would you…? Oooh, I get it—the on-call thing with the dance company. Look, if it happens, it happens. If not, we can still have a great time,” she assures me, making me relax instantly.
“Just you and me, like it was before we got old and haggard,” she jokes.
“Speak for yourself,” I reply with some sarcasm.
She laughs louder until she snorts, making me do the same.
Making me forget all about my stupid mood.
Making me feel like everything’s okay with the world again.
Abs just has this effect on me. I guess that’s why I’m a little codependent on her emotionally.
“Except…,” she says, sucking air through her teeth, suddenly remembering something.
“Uh-oh,” I groan, trying not to, but rolling my eyes.
I knew it! I just knew it.
“…Except my Dad will be home,” she finishes saying, sounding a little disappointed herself.
“Your Dad?” I rasp, feeling myself swallowing hard at the mention of her dad.
“Yeah,” Abby drones. “I forgot, this is the weekend he comes back. I keep forgetting he doesn’t actually work months at a time anymore. He calls itsemi-retired.”
I go quiet myself and try not to make myself laugh either.
Abby’s dad is a very serious subject.
For me, it is anyhow.
I need to be on my guard any time she or anyone else even mentions her dad.
Why?
It’s a long story, but it was the one time Abby, and I ever had a fight.
It was the day she poked fun at me, teasing me about how she thought I had a crush on her dad.
I got so mad at Abby I ended up screaming at her until she got so upset she cried.
