“But you haven’t.”
I shoot Perry a “seriously?” look. “I’m not even going to dignify that.” I drum my fingers on the glass. “Let’s just ignore the Facebook thing. It will go away on its own. I’ll break up with Christopher before the wedding and everything will be fine.”
Perry executes a perfect hair flip. I do not know why. It’s not like there are any eligible men in the room to hypnotize with the power of her hair. “You named your fake boyfriend Christopher?”
“I was looking at some guy’s picture at the time. He’s a new vet for Dr. Rivers. His name is Christopher. If I’d been looking at the movie listings, I would have named him Thor.”
Perry settles into the cushions and fixes me with what she thinks is a calm stare. Except it’s more like the gaze of a serial killer right before she warms up the fava beans. “What does he drive?”
“My fictitious suitor? What do you want him to drive?”
Perry purses her lips in thought. “I think he drives a Ferrari.”
I laugh. “The man in the picture is definitely more of a sedan guy. Probably beige. With excellent mileage.”
“How did you meet him?”
“Oh, the internet.”
“Nice. Maybe I should make up a boyfriend, too. Get Mummie off my back.”
“Good plan. Maybe they can be friends. Christopher and Roger.”
“I don’t want to date anyone named Roger.”
“Roger is a very nice man. You should give him a chance.”
“Whatever.” We finish the wine. All of it. And the cooking sherry as well. So I send Perry downstairs to grab a ride home from Nash or his girlfriend, Tru.
As I get ready for bed, I add “break up with imaginary boyfriend” to my to-do list for some time in the next couple of days and reassure myself that everything will be fine. Nobody pays that much attention to Megan anyway.
I’m going to pretend it’s totally normal that I drew the Tower card from my Tarot deck again. It doesn’t mean my life is about to come crashing down on me. Just because I’ve been drawing it once or twice a week lately. It’s fine. Everything is fine.
Chapter Three
Christopher