laughed nervously. âI really have to stop saying that so much. Right . Iâm constantly saying that, arenât I? It must be annoying.â
âColleen? I only have a couple of minutes, so â¦â
âOkay. Last summer.â A strong breeze blew the strap from my knapsack against the ferry railing. For a minute, I just sat there and listened to the sound of it snapping. âI probably mentioned I went out with this guy named Evan. Right?â Darn. I said it again.
âNo, I donât remember anything about a guy named Evan,â Ben said.
âSure, I told you. Evan. From Philadelphia?â I finally got the nerve to look at his face, and tried to gauge his reaction to this news. âAnyway, it wasnât like it was anything serious. We dated for a couple of monthsâyou know, typical summer ⦠fling. Thing.â
âA couple of months isnât exactly a fling.â
Darn Ben and his definitions.
He looked at me, then down at the deck, then back up at me. âOne or two dates is a fling. Not two months.â
âBut see, sometimes the way you feel about a person is that theyâre like a fling, like thatâs how un important they are to you.â
âAnd you spent two months with a guy you didnât care about. Wow. That really makes me feel good about us.â
âNo! I didnât mean ⦠Sorry. Okay, so it wasnât just a fling. That was a poor choice of words. We ⦠we went out last summer.â
âSo why are you telling me about this now?â
Because I have to? And because Sam wonât be my friend if I donât? âWell, itâs just ⦠this guy, Evan? He came back this summer. I didnât know he was coming. I hadnât even heard from him in months. I mean, Iâd barely heard from him since the day he left.â
Annoyingly, the image of our painful good-bye scene actually had the nerve to flit through my brain the split second I said that. The early-morning fog, the long romantic hug, the never wanting to let go....
âWe didnât keep in touch,â I said to Ben. Or at least I did, but he didnât. âSo I had no idea heâd be here again. Which is maybe why I never mentioned him. Anyway, heâs here.â
âReally. Where did you see him?â Benâs voice was flat, almost like a monotone.
âBobbâs.â
âHe came in for dinner or something?â Ben asked.
âWell, uh, yeah. In a manner of speaking.â This was going to be so, so awkward. âHe works at Bobbâs.â
âWhen did he start? Last night?â Ben asked.
âActually ⦠maybe a few days ago.â
âAnd youâre just telling me this now,â Ben said, not as a question.
Oh, no. I knew I shouldnât have waited so long. He was really angry. Iâd never seen him like this. âWe hardly have any of the same shifts, so I havenât seen him much, and I didnât think it was a big deal,â I babbled. Now, on top of everything, I was lying.
âJust ⦠donât. Look, I have stuff to do.â Ben stood up and walked over to the steps that led down to the main deck.
That could have gone a lot better, I thought as I watched him glide down the steps. I mean, it could hardly have gone worse .
Right?
After a few minutes, I tried moving down to the lower deck to see if I could talk to him. First he walked past me without making eye contact. Then when he was standing beside Cap Green, I went to try to join the conversation. But Ben moved away, leaving me alone with Cap, the chatterbox of the ferry industry.
I was stuck on Moby with Ben, who hated me now. I looked longingly at the inflatable life rafts hanging on the wall and the preservers stacked beside the door. Making a run for it sounded tempting. Ben would probably help by giving me a push in the direction of the island.
I had a new rule. It didnât have anything to do with the
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