The Promise (The 'Burg #5)(146)

I got myself together enough to ask, “He dumped her?”

“Apparently, she didn’t share there were four before him and he wasn’t feelin’ the love for the writing he saw on that particular wall.”

“Oh God,” I whispered.

“She’s freaked,” Cat continued. “Told Nat he was the love of her life and that she can’t be around him, so she’s movin’ back to Chicago. Nat told Enzo, who’s currently holed up in a bunker somewhere to escape all the crazy bitches in his life, but now also to escape Ma. He told me about Ma. And we all know this translates to the fact she’s f**ked up money-wise, and needs to mooch off someone seein’ as she was livin’ with the guy with him footin’ the bill.”

Suddenly, I was wondering if Benny would move to Indianapolis, at least temporarily.

“Needless to say, I’m not takin’ her calls,” Cat carried on.

“Probably a good idea for a while,” I muttered, meaning for about eight months.

“She could change plans and head to Indy, so this is your friendly, sisterly heads up to avoid that shit at all costs.”

“She can’t stay here because I’m not gonna be here in a few months,” I told her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m moving back to Chicago, shackin’ up with Benny.”

This brought silence that I thought I could read.

Therefore, I decided to tackle that later and start at the beginning.

“And Cat, Chrissy is not a bitch. She’s really nice. I think she loves Dad and I know she’s excited about that baby. So, she named her a weird name. We’ll call her Minnie or somethin’.”

Cat didn’t reply.

“But I’m with you on Ma,” I went on. “You have to focus on makin’ a baby with Art that I hope you won’t name Solitaire, and I’ll back that play with Ma if she calls. And Ben will not ever in this lifetime let her live in his house. He’s not Ma’s or Dad’s biggest fan so, luckily, I can throw him under that bus and he won’t give a shit if I do. He takes my back on everything, but tellin’ Ninette to move on along, I think he’ll actually enjoy. Nat takes her on, that’s her gig.”

Cat said nothing.

I ignored what I was sure that meant and kept babbling.

“This is what we’ve got to work with: a growing family of craziness that’s annoying half the time, whacked all the time, but under that, we love each other. I never really got that until recently. I know we could have had it better. We could have all made better decisions. But I think everyone on this planet can probably say the same thing. We have what we have, and if we accept it no matter how insane it can get, set boundaries to how much we can deal with, and remember that in that mix there’s a whole lot of love, we’ll be okay.”

Cat didn’t reply.

So I called, “Cat?”

“He takes your back on everything?” she asked, and I smiled at my steering wheel.

“Yeah. He’s awesome like that.”

And a lot of other ways besides.

I stopped smiling and started to feel different kinds of warm fuzzies when Cat’s voice came at me again.

Actually, it wasn’t just what she said. It was the way she sounded when she said it.

“You’ve been swingin’ in the breeze, Frankie, for so long, it is not funny,” she said quietly, but her voice was trembling. “Even with Vinnie, he let you swing in the breeze. They all thought you were behind his shit, but he let them think that. He should have stepped up on that, got that straight, not let you carry his burden. He didn’t. That pissed me off. Then he dealt the ultimate, leavin’-you-swingin’ ’cause he got whacked.” She paused and I held my breath. “I’m glad you finally got someone who isn’t gonna let you swing in the breeze.”

This was not what I expected her to say.

Not even close.

It was a whole lot better.

And it reminded me of why I loved my sister and why it was always worth the crazy.

“Thanks, Cat.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’. And, just to say, my boundaries are gonna be a whole lot less flexible than yours are gonna be.”

“I get that.”

“And sayin’ that, I’m okay with it, because I’m thinkin’ that yours are gonna be flexible but Ben’s are not.”

She was not wrong.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

I heard her take in an audible breath before she asked, “Chrissy isn’t a bitch?”

“Nope.”

“She seemed pretty much not there the couple times I met her,” Cat noted.

“The couple times you met her, she was around one or all of us, and when that happens, no one is there but us and our big mouths.”

“I see your point,” she muttered.

“She’s nice,” I reiterated.

“You like her?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve chatted occasionally. It isn’t like I’ve written her in my will, but she’s pretty cool.”

“They all are.”

She was not wrong about that either.

“Well, this one has our sister so I figure she’ll be around for a lifetime, one way or another,” I pointed out.