“Yes, you do. You just have too much pride to see past it.”
“Speaking of pride, how much of mine do I have to swallow to be with him since I heard him fucking the neighbor last night?” Kimber snapped, wiping her eyes and trying to regain her composure. “That’s a pretty clear indicator of him not giving a shit about me, I’d think.”
“And last night you were with Dane and pining for Jay the whole time, so apparently it’s not such a clear indicator after all.” Ferney crossed her arms and gave Kimber a patient, expectant look. “Just tell Jay what he has to do to make it up to you and get back to having amazing sex already.”
Kimber dropped her head in her hands and groaned. “It’s not that simple.”
“Then simplify it.” Paul’s firm tone made Kimber look up with surprise.
“Paul, please.” Ferney sighed. “The girls are talking here.”
“Just let yourself feel a certain way without trying to explain them or attaching stipulations on them,” Paul continued as if he hadn’t heard Ferney. “Don’t say, ‘I feel this way but I shouldn’t because of X, Y, and Z.’”
Ferney shook her head. “Oh, Paul. How many times have I told you that if I wanted your opinion, I’d just beat it out of you?”
To Kimber’s shock, Paul picked up the skillet he’d been cooking pancakes in and dropped it in the sink, still sizzling, atop a stack of dirty dishes. He turned to his fiancee, Lucifer blazing in his eyes as he yanked off the frilly apron and hurled it on the counter. “Fuck you, Ferney.” Then he stalked from the room.
A gasp sounded in Kimber’s throat. She’d never seen Paul so angry. She’d never seen Paul convey any emotion, really, except total subservience. “Ferney, is he-”
Ferney patted her sister’s forearm with a few swift slaps. “I’ll go see what his problem is.” She rose from her chair and followed Paul, and Kimber heard the bedroom door slam and them lapse into an argument.
Uneasy, she wandered outside on the front porch, out of earshot, and sat on the top step. She watched a little girl push a stroller holding an American Girl doll around in circles in the driveway across the street, and she wished she could meet herself when she was that age. She’d tell seven-year-old Kimber to follow her heart, stay away from trans fats, and not agree to fucking strangers while wearing a blindfold. That was some wise wisdom, she felt.
The screen door swung open behind her and she turned to see Paul exit the house and give a nod as he sat on one of the patio chairs. “You may not have noticed this,” he said, “but your sister’s one bossy bitch.”
Kimber gave a weak chuckle, startled at Paul’s choice of words, now anything but deferential. “That’s putting it gently.”
“Yeah. Sometimes she takes it too far though. Sometimes I think about what life would be like without her in the director’s chair, if you know what I mean.”
She swallowed hard, the conversation taking a very uncomfortable turn. “I don’t think I should be hearing-”
“Sometimes I think about being with someone else, someone who never cracked a whip, and sure, that’s fine and all. But then who will do all the things Ferney does that I absolutely love? I know you girls think I’m a total dweeb, always hiding behind a comic book, but truth is I’ve actually dated a lot of girls-a fact your sister gets really jealous about but refuses to admit. And I’ve come to realize that a little loss of autonomy is nothing compared to how Ferney makes me feel on the whole.
“What I’m trying to get at in my jumbled, roundabout way is that in real life, nothing will ever be exactly as we want it to be. But it can come pretty damn close, and if we don’t recognize that, we’ll always be dissatisfied and miss out on some really amazing experiences.
“I don’t know all the details and Ferney’s actually good about keeping confidences, but this guy you talk about… It seems like he did a terrible thing that was out of character, out of desperation, and it sounds like you’ll be a lot unhappier without him if you decide it’s right not to forgive him. Like I said in the kitchen, just try feeling whatever it is you feel for him without justifying why. Go with it. See what happens.”
“Damn, Paul.” Kimber gave a nervous giggle. “You’re like the Silent Bob to Ferney’s Jay. I feel like I’m in
He smiled. “I wish you a more resolved ending then. And I’m sure you’ll get it.”
“Thanks.” For the first time, she felt like maybe the resolved ending could be a happy one as well. “How’d you get to be so wise?”
“Blueberry pancakes aren’t my only specialty.”
Ferney joined them on the porch, still clad in her bathrobe and looking sullen like a spanked child. She stalked across the gritty wooden planks to Paul, and Kimber wondered if her sister was going to ream into him within earshot of the entire block; Ferney had a voice that carried. Instead, Ferney crawled into Paul’s lap like an oversized cat, looking contrite. “I’m sorry.” She wound her arms around his neck. “I was being a bitch.”
“A little.” Paul squeezed her back. “I forgive you.”
“Wow.” Kimber rubbed her eyes. “Did I just see what I think I saw-Ferney apologizing?”
“Yes, and you best forget you ever did.” Ferney’s voice was muffled in Paul’s shirt.
“Your sister is a very proud, stubborn creature,” Paul said, as if he had to explain.
“But I’m also fantastic in bed, so Paul can’t stay mad at me for long,” Ferney added, although her tone lacked her usual confidence, and her barb seemed to seek reassurance that everything was still okay.
Paul looked to Kimber and shrugged as he stroked Ferney’s back. “What can I say but forgive? If you want to continue with someone, that’s just what you have to do.”
Kimber looked down at her hands. “Even if that person doesn’t deserve it?”
“Do you really think he doesn’t?” Paul asked. “And who are you really punishing if that’s what you decide?”
Those two questions clung to Kimber for the rest of the day and long into the night. The sheer possibility of forgiving Jay and being with him despite their unfortunate beginning was like discovering a new window in a room she’d lived in all her life.
Maybe he did deserve it. Maybe she did, too.
Chapter Nine
Kimber crossed Airy Peak’s vast parking lot the following Friday night, weaving between the cars as she made her way to her coupe and planned her weekend. Alison had invited her to see a local band that evening, and she knew it would be good for her to go out and deviate from what had become her usual routine: applying to schools for the fall semester and shopping for “grown-up furniture” with Ferney. These efforts led her to be the proud owner of an actual coffee table and lent her life the illusion of forward momentum, yet they provided little comfort and no true distraction from how lost she actually felt. All her progress during the day meant nothing during her sleepless nights, when she suffered from thoughts of Jay drifting further from her every minute, eventually finding someone new. She went out of her way at work to avoid him, anticipating, fearing, and hating that he likely did the same. Her evasion was an act of self-preservation; she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle hearing about him ever getting involved with someone else. She recalled all the things he’d told her about being in love with her that one night, and her body would stiffen with pain at the idea of someone else ever meaning the same to him like he claimed she had.
The reminder was enough to make her decide on a quiet night in with the cat and her Netflix subscription while painting her nails mermaid-tail turquoise, but the thought dissolved at the sound of someone calling her name. She turned to see Moquest, huffing and puffing in an effort to close the distance between them. She paused, giving him the opportunity to catch up, although she was quite aware of the role Moquest had played in the mystery-lover situation and was anything but happy to see him.
His round face rosy with exertion, he stopped next to her, breathing hard with his hands to his chest. “Way to make a fat guy run. If I have a heart attack, I’m blaming you.”
“I’m so sorry.” She snorted and continued her trek to her car. “I forgot, it’s me who should be apologizing to you.”
With a burst of energy, Moquest rounded a few cars and stepped in her path. “Don’t crucify me, Kim, you got no case. I sent him up to the room when you were blindfolded that night, but you guys took care of the rest. Yeah, I could’ve told you the truth, and even I think what he did was shitty, but what did you want me to do, rat Navarrete
