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Contrary to what I was expecting, Jane raises her voice right in front of me, screaming so loud it hurts my ears and scares the passersby. A police officer comes over and asks, “Everything okay, buddy?” to which I reply, “Yes officer; she is my sister. Just dealing with some changes.”
The officer seems to accept my explanation, but stands at a distance, watching us while we’re there.
“Where’s your car?” I ask, trying to encourage Jane to act normal.
She wipes her eyes, looks at her feet, then looks at me.
“Logan, you’re ruining your life,” she says, looking forlorn.
“No, Jane. I’m trying to rebuild my life,” I say back, serious and solemn.
Jane starts to walk away. I try to follow her, but I’m shunned immediately, “Leave me alone!”
I’m left on my own in the heart of Manhattan, trying to find my way back home, my heart ripped apart in two pieces.
Chapter Ninteen
JOYCE
Therewasabeautifulsunset over the island when I left the Jefferson’s home today, but I had little to be happy about.
I’ve been dragging my feet ever since my last encounter with Jane, almost a week ago. Not even Logan has been able to comfort me enough to make me come to terms with the fact that our friendship is pretty much over.
I make my way towards Long Island on automatic.
Mom has been feeling better and will go home for hospice care soon. Gabby will switch to the night shift at the store. That way, mom spends less time alone, and Sophia will have to brave through and help until I can get home and take over.
When I get to mom’s room, mom, Gabby, and Sophia have their eyes peeled on the TV.
“Is that a new soap opera?” I ask, going to mom give her a hug.
“Shush!” Sophia says.
“Sophia!” Mom scolds, “Manners!”
Gabby covers her grin with a hand over her mouth, then taps the arm of the tough chair so I can sit and talk to her.
“How’s it going with dating the billionaire, Joyce?” she asks, locking her arm around mine.
I look her straight in the eye and, leaning my head on her shoulder, sigh, “same as yesterday, you gossiper!”
Sophia just points a finger at Gabby and laughs.
“Stop disrespecting your elders,” Mom turns a stern eye to Sophia.
As they watch the show, I stay in my chair and wilt in place, unaware that one of the pairs of eyes in that room is focused on me.
“What’s wrong, Joy?” Mom asks, her voice going down a few notches.
I just shake my head, but I want to cry.
“Nothing,” I say, barely disguising the tears. “I’m just tired.”
“Never seen someone get so tired they’d cry,” Sophia says, doubting me.
And with that, I crumble down in distress of my recently lost friendship.
“Jane is still not talking to me,” I say, doing my best to stay composed, but failing miserably.
