Page 47 of The Plus Ones
“Good. You’re welcome.”
“Everyone’s heading down for dinner now. You wanna go? They’re going dancing after.”
I sit up. “Actually, I still have half a sandwich. I’m not that hungry. Did you want to go? To the restaurant, I mean. I mean, you can go dancing too, if you want. I’m not going to.”
“Why not?”
I shrug. “I hate dancing.”
“Who hates dancing?”
“I do.”
“That’s insane.”
“If you say so.”
“So you just want to hang out with me in the room for a couple of hours before we go to Game Night?”
“No. I want to hang out in the room for a couple of hours, and you can do whatever you want to do.”
He smiles and shakes his head, looking out at the water and probably wishing he’d brought someone else. “Okay,” he says. “I want to get into this plunge pool. Naked.”
“Go nuts,” I say, getting up. “I’ll be inside. Eating a sandwich and not watching you.”
“Whatever you want.”
“That’s what I want.”
“You’re welcome to join me.”
“I won’t, but thanks.”
I don’t close the doors to the veranda when I go inside, but I do close the curtains.
It’s not my fault that the curtains are so lightweight and it’s definitely not my fault that it’s so breezy right now, but I do take full responsibility for staring at Keaton’s naked butt when he jumps into the plunge pool, because—dayum. It is surprisingly fine.
Damn that rich white ass.
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Keaton
“It’s a paper—that movie about the newspaper! The one with the Catholics! The one that made me cry!”
“You’re supposed to actually name the title of the movie, Bernie,” I remind her.
Matt is very slowly and carefully drawing what looks like a book on the dry erase board, while quickly drawing out his wife’s crazy.
“Oh, it’s a book!” Bernie yells out.
Matt points at her and calmly says, “Yes.”
“The Notebook!”
Matt shakes his head and signals for her to keep going.
“That actress fromThe Notebookwho was in that movie about the newspaper and the Catholics!”
