Page 63 of Love Unforgettable
“Ohmigod, Lexie, there you are!”
“Holy shit, I can’t believe it!”
“He’s an asshole. A total and complete fucking asshole.”
“Bauer will kill him.”
“Dude, Brad will eat him alive.”
Kat and Remi arrive in a flurry of movement and talking. Each trying to talk over the other to get Lexie’s attention.
“I’m going to kill him,” Lexie says.
“Maybe I should kill him,” I say.
“You know?” Kat asks.
“Of course, I know,” I respond.
“You don’t know,” Remi says narrowing her eyes.
“He knows,” Lexie confirms. Her friends look at her in surprise. Then at me with what I’m guessing is a newfound respect.
“I underestimated you, cowboy,” Kat says. “Nicely done.”
I tip my imaginary hat at her.
“What do I do?” Lexie asks the girls.
“You aren’t doing anything, sweetness. There’s nothing to be done. We can all chip in to finish this event. You can catch your breath in the back and come out when and if you’re ready.”
“I have to talk to him,” Lexie says.
“Why?” Kat asks. “What’s there to know? He’s cheated on his wife, and while she’s pregnant. He’s the scum that gets scraped off the scum, cause even they can’t stand it.”
I second that.
I feel the fury rise in me. One of the things high on my list that I cannot abide by is a cheater of any kind. And to do that to your woman when she’s carrying your baby? It’s unconscionable. I clench my fists at my side.
“Easy, tiger,” Lexie says. She runs her hands up and down my arms. Which, surprisingly, has a very calming effect on me. I look down at her and smile.
“Ah,bubala, there you are. I look so very hard for you. I tell you, he is aputz. Worse thanputz.Shmendrick. Dreck. Fercockt. Come. Come. We hug.” Mavis hugs her, then immediately steps back.
“Ohbubala,you smell like the sickness,Oy. And look at you, feh, I think you’ve got a littleschmutzon your shirt.”
Lexie looks down. “Oh, God, it’s vomit. I have vomit on my shirt. This day just keeps getting better,” she says. Mavis takes a napkin, licks it then dabs it on Lexie’s shirt, effectively spreading the vomit splatter around. Then she digs around in her bag, pulls out a breath mint of indeterminate age and hands it to her.
“I brushed my teeth,” Lexie hisses.
“Is no good, you smell likedreck.”
“Just what every girl wants to hear, she smells like shit. Thanks,bubbe,” Lexie says.
“I think you smell good,” I tell her.
Mavis makes atsknoise at me and continues digging in her bag, finally pulling out a small canister.
“No,bubbe, I’m good,” Lexie protests, just as Mavis points the canister at her and sprays everywhere. A cloying floral scent fills the air, reminding me of a flower shop. I turn away to cough, hoping Mavis doesn’t catch me.
