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Hey, babe, I think your mother is plotting her revenge against us.GOD NO.
Ronan looks at me, bouncing up and down nervously. Taking a deep breath in, I pull my hair up in an awful bun on top of my head, readying myself for transcription of today's talk with Jensen, but she cuts me off.
“You’re not sick, right?”
“What? No. NO.”Shit. “I am completely healthy. It’s about your mom.”
Ronan’s face pales.
“Is she back? Is she dead?”
“Neither.” I say, pulling her into my arms. Cherry scent of her shampoo fills my nose. I never thought I would like cherries this much. I never thought I would fall this hard. “Is she prone to threatening people, or something like that?”
“I would say yes. I’ve seen her close up businesses just because they put two more slices of onion in her salad. She did threaten Corey, saying she will close his shop down if he didn’t reveal some stuff about me. Why? And the whole thing with my dad.” Ronan rolls her shoulders back and scrunches her face in disgust.
“She texted Jensen and told him that we will all remember her,andthat he shouldn't have told us stuff she did to him.”
“You think she might go for your stores? I mean, what would she even say?”
I think for a moment. That option hasn't even crossed my mind, but on the other hand, the way Jensen said it, it felt more personal. Like she would try to hurt some of us.
“No. I feel like she would go for some ofus. Would she be insane enough to do something like that?”
“I think so.”
“She doesn’t know your address, right?” My mind is coated in the darkest thoughts. “She doesn’t know mine. She can’t reach Jensen whilst he is in school, she can only go to my dad’s.”
Am I overreacting? She is crazy, and a child molester, but she can’t be a murderer…
“I will call Corey and see if he’s heard from her. She always calls him if she needs information about me.”
“But he is your best friend…”
“Yeah, but he is also scared of her, and she is very good at proving to us all that he is right for that,” Ronan shrugs and yawns, which means this topic is over for me. I don’t want to unsettle her with this more than she already is. I feel like I frightened her a little. Or like there’s something she is not telling me.
She moves the sleepy kitten from her legs to the couch and stretches them far in front of her. I love watching her do all of these simple mundane things. She looks divine doing them. I reach for her cheek in hopes of kissing her, but she holds my palm up to her chin and presses her lips to it.
“I’m going to make you a bubble bath, you need to relax a little. She might have been angry when she said it. She won’t hurt us.” Ronan closes her eyes, shaking her head. “I mean, she could end up in jail, which would be catastrophic for her because she wouldn’t have control over her own life anymore. Christine might be crazy, but she is not stupid.”
She gets up quickly and runs into the bathroom, and I stay seated down, looking at her hips swaying as she’s going away.
***
Why didn’t I take bubble baths before?
This feelsso good. My skin is soaking in this beautifully smelling scalding-hot water. My mind is not even in the same galaxy. How amazing.
Ronan poured a few essential oils in, but the only one I can smell is lavender. And don’t even get me started on bath bombs. The water is iridescent, full of black and gray sparkles and tiny little soap skulls. Where does she even get this stuff? A few lit candles are the only thing that lights up the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
I feel like a lady. Not that only women do these types of baths, but I mean like a lady from a movie. Those old ones. The ones where their hair is up and they sip on a chilled glass of wine, resting and relaxing in this heaven made of bubbles.
Do people do this all the time? This is a first for me, but it certainly won’t be the last.
Was I worried about something before? Sure I was, and I should still be, but this bath is making all that worry seep out of me. It’s siphoning all the negativity away. I bet all the people who do this regularly have their cortisol literally non-existent.
Calming music is pumping through the air, and it might beSlipknot, which is unconventional, but it’s working for me. Raspy voice is echoing and ricocheting off the walls right into me. The words to Snuff caressing my ears.
I sway my hands through the water, watching the color turn and change in the red-ish candle light. Some day, when I build a house for us, I will make sure I install a bathtub big enough so that Ronan and I can both fit in and have some fun. I need more space for my legs, especially if her luscious ass is going to be seated in between them, or on top of them…as she rides me and the water sloshes over the sides, her quick and hard movement pushing it out.
