Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Lolo is silent for several seconds. “Wait, so . . . you’re bringing your ex-wife . . . here? For Christmas?”
It’s apparently too much for even the serene Lolo to bear completely stoically because her eyes have gone wide.
“She’s pretty banged up, Lo,” I say, trying to appeal to my girlfriend’s empathy, even as out of the corner of my eye, I see Katherine prowling around, talking on her cell phone.
Katherine looks more like a ticked-off dictator than a fragile butterfly, and for an uncharitable moment, I wonder if my St. Tom agenda is going too far . . . if Katherine would be just fine spending Christmas alone in New York, where she belongs. So that I can get to Lolo in Chicago, where I belong.
Katherine spots me across the terminal, points at her phone, then gives me a thumbs-up, followed by some motion that I’m pretty sure is supposed to resemble riding on a train, but mostly looks like she’s being humped. Or rather, doing the humping.
A laugh slips out, and I quickly stifle it and shift my attention back to Lolo.
“I’ll explain everything when I get there,” I say. “And I will get there. And when I do, I can foist Katherine off on Meredith,” I say, referring to my sister. “She and Katherine always hit it off.”
I say it to reassure Lolo. To let her know that she’ll have my full attention from the moment I arrive at my parents’, but as soon as the words are out, I realize I’ve made a misstep and inadvertently reminded her that Katherine knew my family first. That Lolo’s not the only woman I’ve brought to meet the Walsh clan.
Something flickers in Lolo’s gaze that confirms my fear. “You okay?”
She gives me a wry smile. “Well, considering that my boyfriend’s just told me he’s bringing his ex-wife home for the holidays . . .”
“Right.” I let out a laugh. “So, not okay.”
“No, I’m . . .” She bites her lip. “I’ll have to think on that one. But it’s just . . . Has your family said anything about me? Since I’ve been here?”
“Well . . . no,” I admit. “But I hadn’t heard much from you either. I figured you guys were all busy getting to know each other.”
“We are,” she says in a rush. “I’ve been making a point to try to get to know each of them individually, as well as observe how they are in a group so that I can figure out how to fit in, but . . . I’m just not sure they like me?”
“Babe. They like you. They love you.”
She smiles, though it seems a little forced. “You’re right. I’m sure I’m just overthinking it. I’m just really excited for you to get here.”
“Believe me. Not as excited as I am.”
“Yeah, you’ve had quite a day.” Lolo fiddles with her earlobe. “Tom, I love that you’re helping someone who needs it. But doesn’t she have family who can help her? Or friends? I mean, why did you even get notified? You haven’t talked to her in years. Right?”
“Right, absolutely not,” I reassure her. “As far as why they called me, the accident happened right outside her office. I guess she forgot to update her emergency contact info at work.”
“She forgot,” Lolo repeats. She doesn’t add air quotes around forgot, but the emphasis is clear.
“Yeah, well, you’ve never met Katherine. Let’s just say managing her interpersonal life has never been high up on her to-do list.”
“I still don’t get why she can’t call a friend.”
“All of her friends are gone for the holidays. Lucky bastards managed to get out of town before the accident.”
“What about her family?”
My gaze shifts to Katherine. She’s ended her call and sat down. I watch as she pulls out two pill bottles, scowling down at the labels before taking one of each with a swig from her water bottle. Her eyes close, and she presses a clenched fist to her forehead. She looks a lot less like a dictator now and more like a woman whose cab was T-boned a few hours ago.
“No family,” I say, my voice quieter now. “Look, Lo, I know this sucks. I’ll make it up to you, I promise, but I’ve got to get going if I’m going to catch the train.”
“The train? How long will that take?”
Too long. Forever.
“The rest of the flights are all canceled due to the weather,” I explain.
Katherine looks my way, tapping impatiently on her watch and looking like, well, Katherine again.
“I’ve gotta run, babe. I’m really sorry. I know this sucks.” Shit. I’m repeating myself now. “But come Christmas Eve, I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”
She perks up like I knew she would. “Christmas Eve, huh? Got something special planned?”
“I think you’re going to like it,” I say, a little bit on autopilot, as I think of the ring in my bag. “Actually, I know you will.”