with me and talking about base coats, all the whileââ Another stop. Another swig. âMaybe theyâll end up painting the room blue together. God knows I canât stay in that house. I thought I would raise my kids in it with her.â
I have a lump in my throat, and I say âIâm sorry,â again, but Mitchell doesnât acknowledge it.
âI quit my last job because she wanted me to,â he continues relentlessly, painfully. âIt wasnât a bad job, but she thought I spent too much time there. I learned how to grill steaks just the way she liked them, and never to buy tuna because she couldnât stand the smell of it. I learned about different cuts of diamonds for her, to learn what kind of jewelry sheâd like. I learned to live with the house temperature ten degrees hotter than Iâm comfortable because she always felt cold. I justâ Goddamn, I loved that woman.â
He raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He takes a wavering breath. Then he drops his hand and peers at me.
âWhat about you? What about that girl you were with?â
My own eyes cloud with tears, but unlike his, mine overfill and slide down my cheeks.
âShe didnât want me,â I say and sob once.
âLove is a misery, Audrey,â Mitchell says. He offers me his Coke bottle. âVodka?â
I decline with a shake of my head.
He and I sit in silence. Each of us imagining blue walls, I think.
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I SAY I have a lot of homework to do, which is true, and go to my room with the intention of settling in for the rest of the night. Iâm not as productive as I usually am. My thoughts are more prone to wandering, and the fourth time I catch myself staring off into the distance uselessly, I curse my lost laser focus.
Finally, Iâm down to the English Poem That Is Causing A Perpetual Headache, courtesy of e. e. cummings. At least now I know for sure that poetry is not a viable career option for me , I text to Amber, who quickly responds with a :) .
I roll into my favorite thinking positionâhalf off the bed, feet on the wallâand pull the monstrously thick English Anthology textbook to my chest to reread âsomewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.â This must be my twelfth time reading the poem, but suddenly, I understand it differently. The same way the world had appeared new to my eyes after I realized all Scarlett meant to me, I now feel a depth in each line that before had been missing.
I only make it halfway through when, for the second time that day, tears well up in my eyes. I toss the book aside and get up. I need to go for a walk.
To my great relief, I donât pass anyone as I head out. Iâm not sneaking away, exactly. Just something very close to it.
My mysterious new neighborâs light is back on. I canât say exactly why Iâm so intrigued by him, but all of a sudden, Iâm reckless. I donât like things that donât make sense to me, and so I march toward his house to introduce myself.
Before I know it, Iâm on the steps. I ring the doorbell. Thereâs a TV show or movie playing inside, and I hear the volume suddenly cut. I ring the door again, in case he hadnât heard me with the sound on before. No movement or sound comes from inside the house.
Perplexed, I open my mouth to call through the door that Iâm a neighbor and I just want to say hi. A slight motion out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. I turn my head and see the curtain in the window fall quickly back in place. Nothing else happens.
Now I feel like an idiot, just standing outside.
I walk away, but the resident of the house has only made me more determined to figure out what is going on with him.
I recap it to Amber the next day during lunch, who is not nearly as enthralled with the situation as I am.
âAnd I knew he was in there!â I say for the third time, trying
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