Page 20 of Rebound With Me
“Sorry. I’m sure he’ll come back. Of course he will.”
“But if he doesn’t I’m totally fine with that.”
“Of course you are.”
“I am.”
“Just, you know. If he does come back, and if you do get involved, be careful.”
“What does that mean?”
“You know. A guy like that. Just be careful.”
“I don’t. Marnie. How am I supposed to be careful? Wear a chastity belt?”
“Yeah. Wear a chastity belt around your heart. I think that’s a Sting song from the Nineties.”
She hops up off the sofa and stretches her calf muscles, checks her Fitbit. “Okay. I’m gonna go. Call me if you need to talk more. Find an excuse to take more pictures of him if he does come back.”
I laugh. “Um. No.” I get up to hug her. “Thanks for coming by.”
“One of these days you’re coming jogging with me.”
“Oh for sure.”
“Stay gold, Ponygirl.”
While I finish my coffee and stare at the hole he punched in the drywall, I suddenly remember that Vince said: “I can’t believe she fucking left us.”
Who is “us?” Does he have a kid? There is so much I don’t know about him, but I still feel like he knows me so well. How is that possible?
I wonder if he’s actually going to come back. Part of me doesn’t even want that hole in the wall to be covered up. I want to take a picture of it and post it on Instagram and say:Last night I had a hot one-night stand with a bad boy stranger and all I got was this hole in the wall and about ninety orgasms.
I’m going to listen to Joni Mitchell, drink tea and try to put together an outfit for today that says: “I have no regrets about last night, but I’m not that kind of girl. Thank you for honoring your commitment to filling up my hole.”
