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“Okay, spill,” Molly demands.
“What?”
“I know you.You’re holding something back, now spill it.”
She always seems to know when there’s something on my mind.“Fine.Turns out Mick lives in Vancouver.”
“Mick who?”
“Mick Russell.”
“Wait!English Mick?Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“Is he in a band?What’s it called?Where are they playing?When?You should absolutely go.Then you should fuck him.Make sure he knows what he’s missed all these years.”
“Slow down, Mol.I don’t know if I want to see him.I left him, remember?So, there’s no reason to rub his nose in what he’s been missing.”
“Oh, please.If you didn’t want to see him, you wouldn’t be following his old band on social media.And you sure as shit wouldn’t have looked up his new one.”
“How do you know I looked?—”
“Because I know you.I know how much you loved him.I know you never got over him.Especially after losing his baby.There’s no closure.”
She’s right on all counts.Molly and I met on the first day at university and clicked so hard, I trusted her enough to confide in her on all things Mick.
“It’s one thing to peek in from cyberspace.It’s a whole other thing to be in the same physical space.”
“And you’ll never know if you don’t go.Take a chance, Erin.What do you have to lose?”
“My dignity?”
Molly chuckles.“How about I go with you?”
I allow myself the tiniest fantasy before letting reality and common sense creep back in.
“No.It’s a kind offer, but?—”
“There’s no kindness in that offer, Chickie.It’s one-hundred percent selfish.How could you deny me the opportunity to scope out the one who has your heart.”
“Molly, please.”
“Fine, I’ll drop it.For now.And only because I love you.Now, when are you coming to the city?”
“When are you coming to Sin Valley?”I understand that she’s not able to arrange visits as easily as I can, but that doesn’t stop me from making the poke.I know her parents miss her terribly and wish she came home more often, but they understand the nature of her job, too.
By the time we say goodnight, we’ve lightened the mood again and laughed ourselves silly.As we do most weeks.
I open my laptop again and cycle through the photos of Mick and let myself fantasize—just a little—about what it might be like if I went to one of his performances.If he recognized me.If we tried again.
TWO
Mick
Unable to sleep,I stare into the dark.
We’d been fucking and sleeping to the hum and sway of the tour bus for the better part of six months, all across North America.
