her.
Chicks, man. I went back to the coolers for a fresh beer—I’dfinished the last one—and Matt joined me. We could still see the whole show.
Morrigan slapped a hand down on Beckett’s shoulder. “You doan have my cell number, do ya? Get yer phone out,
chica
. Put my number down. An’ gimme yers. So we can
hang.”
I felt bad for poor Silent Chick. Sincerely. She looked scared half to death, so scared she did exactly what Morrigan said and typed her number into Morrigan’s cell. Who knows if it was the right one.
“Cool!” Morrigan shouted as she took the cell back. “Now less sit right back and hear a tale about why you fuggin’ ditched my girl?”
Ashley sighed while Whore-igan looked all drunk and sassy at the quiet kid. Ashley took a step toward Beckett.
“Look, can we talk later tonight? After I get Morrigan settled down?”
“I—I don’t know,” Beckett muttered. “I need to—”
“Beck, come on.”
“I’m sorry, I really need to go, okay? I’m sorry.” She turned and started trying to work her way into the house.
Ashley stared at her back, her eyes wide and unblinking.
“So we’re going to do this again next year?” she shouted suddenly. “You ignoring me?”
Interesting! The drama continues. Should’ve brought a camera.
Beckett stopped, her shoulders bunching up around her ears. “What’s the go?” she whispered. Whatever that meant.
I don’t think Ashley heard her, but Morrigan did. Morrigan’shead snapped up, and seriously, fucking
bayonets
shot from her eyes.
“Just another year of pretending like I don’t exist?” Ashley went on, folding her arms and not seeing Morrigan’s death glare. I could see just a little of Ashley’s tan skin through the gap in her overalls. Sweet.
“Because that’s just great,” Ashley said. “It’s great to know that all those years didn’t mean
anything
to you. Thanks.”
Ouch. Chicks, man.
Guys got it so easy. Things go wrong, we yell, then punch each other on the arm and that’s it. Chicks, not so much.
Beckett turned back around, but looked at the concrete, the trees in the yard, the stoners hanging by the barbecue, anything other than Ashley.
“I—I just … it’s …”
“Say words!”
Ashley shouted.
Morrigan belched, covered her mouth, and giggled. “I’muh dainty lil flower,” she announced, and narrowed her eyes at Beckett. “How ’bout you, flower girl?”
“Morrigan, shut up,” Ashley said.
Beckett shook her head wildly. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I can’t be here.”
“So take off then,” Morrigan blathered. “Thass whatcher good at.” She slung an arm over Ashley’s shoulder. Taking possession.
But Ashley shrugged it off and stomped away, sitting down in the lawn chair and holding her head in both hands.
Me-
ow
, right?
Beckett finally looked up, and locked eyes with Morrigan, whose own eyes were half shut but smoldering.
“Well?” Morrigan said. “Git goin’,
chica
. You could go smoke some ganja, mon!” She cackled, then tripped over her feet and fell square on her ass.
Good
, I thought with a grin. Too bad Josh missed it.
And then Beckett, without hesitating, reached down and hoisted Morrigan back up to her feet. Morrigan stared at her, and yanked her arm away.
“Excuse me,
what’s the go?”
she said, whatever the hell that meant. She stumbled back a step and added,
“Bitch.”
Beckett flinched, and shot a disbelieving look to Ashley. Ashley just grabbed handfuls of her hair and squeezed her eyes tight. “Morry …,” she said, and shook her head.
“Nice hat,
mon,”
Morrigan said to Beckett, and started laughing. Off balance again, she crashed into Matt, who shoved her back the other way. Morrigan just kept laughing. Man, talk about
hammered
.
Ashley reached out for Beckett, who backed off toward the sliding door again. “Sorry,” Beckett whispered.
“Man, hell with this,” Matt said under his breath, and headed for Tommy. I followed him, looking
Chicks, man. I went back to the coolers for a fresh beer—I’dfinished the last one—and Matt joined me. We could still see the whole show.
Morrigan slapped a hand down on Beckett’s shoulder. “You doan have my cell number, do ya? Get yer phone out,
chica
. Put my number down. An’ gimme yers. So we can
hang.”
I felt bad for poor Silent Chick. Sincerely. She looked scared half to death, so scared she did exactly what Morrigan said and typed her number into Morrigan’s cell. Who knows if it was the right one.
“Cool!” Morrigan shouted as she took the cell back. “Now less sit right back and hear a tale about why you fuggin’ ditched my girl?”
Ashley sighed while Whore-igan looked all drunk and sassy at the quiet kid. Ashley took a step toward Beckett.
“Look, can we talk later tonight? After I get Morrigan settled down?”
“I—I don’t know,” Beckett muttered. “I need to—”
“Beck, come on.”
“I’m sorry, I really need to go, okay? I’m sorry.” She turned and started trying to work her way into the house.
Ashley stared at her back, her eyes wide and unblinking.
“So we’re going to do this again next year?” she shouted suddenly. “You ignoring me?”
Interesting! The drama continues. Should’ve brought a camera.
Beckett stopped, her shoulders bunching up around her ears. “What’s the go?” she whispered. Whatever that meant.
I don’t think Ashley heard her, but Morrigan did. Morrigan’shead snapped up, and seriously, fucking
bayonets
shot from her eyes.
“Just another year of pretending like I don’t exist?” Ashley went on, folding her arms and not seeing Morrigan’s death glare. I could see just a little of Ashley’s tan skin through the gap in her overalls. Sweet.
“Because that’s just great,” Ashley said. “It’s great to know that all those years didn’t mean
anything
to you. Thanks.”
Ouch. Chicks, man.
Guys got it so easy. Things go wrong, we yell, then punch each other on the arm and that’s it. Chicks, not so much.
Beckett turned back around, but looked at the concrete, the trees in the yard, the stoners hanging by the barbecue, anything other than Ashley.
“I—I just … it’s …”
“Say words!”
Ashley shouted.
Morrigan belched, covered her mouth, and giggled. “I’muh dainty lil flower,” she announced, and narrowed her eyes at Beckett. “How ’bout you, flower girl?”
“Morrigan, shut up,” Ashley said.
Beckett shook her head wildly. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I can’t be here.”
“So take off then,” Morrigan blathered. “Thass whatcher good at.” She slung an arm over Ashley’s shoulder. Taking possession.
But Ashley shrugged it off and stomped away, sitting down in the lawn chair and holding her head in both hands.
Me-
ow
, right?
Beckett finally looked up, and locked eyes with Morrigan, whose own eyes were half shut but smoldering.
“Well?” Morrigan said. “Git goin’,
chica
. You could go smoke some ganja, mon!” She cackled, then tripped over her feet and fell square on her ass.
Good
, I thought with a grin. Too bad Josh missed it.
And then Beckett, without hesitating, reached down and hoisted Morrigan back up to her feet. Morrigan stared at her, and yanked her arm away.
“Excuse me,
what’s the go?”
she said, whatever the hell that meant. She stumbled back a step and added,
“Bitch.”
Beckett flinched, and shot a disbelieving look to Ashley. Ashley just grabbed handfuls of her hair and squeezed her eyes tight. “Morry …,” she said, and shook her head.
“Nice hat,
mon,”
Morrigan said to Beckett, and started laughing. Off balance again, she crashed into Matt, who shoved her back the other way. Morrigan just kept laughing. Man, talk about
hammered
.
Ashley reached out for Beckett, who backed off toward the sliding door again. “Sorry,” Beckett whispered.
“Man, hell with this,” Matt said under his breath, and headed for Tommy. I followed him, looking
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