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My sobriety hasn’t been broached, and honestly, while I’m not embarrassed about it, it isn’t exactly a shining beacon of my strong comeback from the last several years. And the stories to tell that accompany that side of my life aren’t things I want to text anyone about, even someone who continued to surprise me like this.
PIPER DELMONICO
What, no pun?
FITZ WESTFALL
No, I’m waiting for the party to be-gin.
PIPER DELMONICO
F. Just straight F. Next.
FITZ WESTFALL
Come on, that was a solid C at least.
PIPER DELMONICO
This is feeling increasingly roaming-gnome-y.
FITZ WESTFALL
I’ve been everywhere, man.
I snort, and Bex nuzzles up from her place under the blanket, staring at me curiously.
“You’d laugh too if you could read.” She cocks her head at me, and I give her good girl scritches. Bex was one of my saving graces during the worst time of my life - a constant source of affection when I felt like the world around me was crumbling. Mostly, because it was. And she had seen me through it all. The cheating. The lying. The horseshit with Mickey’s family, and his inevitable passing that left me hollow and broken. Even in my fight for sobriety, she was a reminder that no matter how much I fucked up, she loved me. The closest thing Mickey and I had to a child, and I love her with my whole heart.
On Friday, I’m getting ready to leave for the weekend when my phone buzzes.
“Ooh, another message from loverboy?” Vic asks. I roll my eyes while he comes to stand behind me, looking over my shoulder as I unlock my screen, still seated at my desk.
FITZ WESTFALL
Holy cannoli, that’s a lot of dessert.
The accompanying photo is of a dessert spread that is, in fact, a lot. Cupcakes and mini pastries, even, yes, cannolis. Nestled in the middle of the table is the tape measure, sitting on a doily like a sweet treat.
PIPER DELMONICO
C+, only because those look like my Nona’s cannolis.
He responds almost immediately.
FITZ WESTFALL
Showing signs of improvement. And they’re amazing. If they weren’t being fed to 400 drunk Red Raiders, I’d snag a few for myself.
“Gross,” Vic says over my shoulder. I have to agree. 400 drunk Texas Tech grads sounds like a nightmare. We didn’t even go to a college with a decent sports program, but even we heard how wild they party, only rivaled by Aggies at weddings and similar celebrations.
PIPER DELMONICO
That sounds like a horrible way to spend a Friday night.
FITZ WESTFALL
I like watching my team pull stuff like this off. It’s a big event and they’ve got it in the bag.
