Left Drowning(85)

“Chris wants you to stop the wedding, Blythe. He’s making sure you know about it.”

“No. He got engaged, he’s been with her all year, he could’ve ended things anytime he wanted to. He has to make his own decisions. This is not going to play out with me busting up the wedding, and Chris and I getting a happily-ever-after.”

“Maybe when the wedding is over … Maybe that will help you move on.”

I nod. “Maybe. I don’t know. Nichole, I know you think that I’m crazy. I might be. I should be over him by now, but I’m not. It’s not a choice. I can’t help it. It’s not like I’m pining away or crying all the time. I’m not waiting for him.”

“I know you’re not. But I wish you’d dated someone else this year. Anyone else! But I get it. I think I’m jealous of that kind of love. It’s what people dream about.”

I groan. “Yes, it’s incredibly fulfilling.”

She snorts. “That’s not what I mean. The ability to feel so deeply for someone. That says something about you.”

“Yes, that I’m a moron.”

“Noooooo. It says that you listen to your heart.”

“My heart is a stupid *.” Nichole laughs and then says she has to get off the phone to meet her friends for cocktails. I really am happy to stay at home instead.

I have plenty to think about and plan for with James coming home so soon. He and I are debating whether or not to sell the Massachusetts house. It’s too big for me to live in alone all year, but we are both attached to it, of course.

One decision we have made is to go up to the house that my parents bought in Bar Harbor, Maine. The house we have not been to since they purchased it almost five years ago. In lieu of James getting a job this summer, I’ve agreed to let him head up the repair work that invariably will need to be done on the house. The construction job he found last summer seemed to inspire him, and he’s been studying architecture at school. He seems truly excited to fix up the place. As for me, I think three months by the ocean with my brother is going to be good. For some people, the plan might seem like a strange choice for a girl in her early twenties, but I don’t seem to want what most people my age do.

Anyway, there’s plenty to do in Bar Harbor. It’s an idyllic small town on Mt. Desert Island, which is technically not an actual island since it’s connected to the mainland by a thin strip of land. It’s home to Acadia National Park, and James and I are planning on doing plenty of hiking and exploring with Jonah. The two of us are in a significantly stronger place in our relationship, but this summer together will solidify the progress we’ve made.

After I take a long, hot shower, I have a glass of wine. By the time I get around to video-calling Estelle, I’m well into my second glass, which at this point is a lot for me.

I curl up on the couch with my glass and laugh when Estelle answers my call with a jovial “Blythe! Blythe! Blythe!” and an excessively wiggly dance that she performs in her dorm room. She was smart enough to snag herself a single this year. I’m not sure anyone else could put up with her the way I did. Or love her as I did and still do.

“How are you, crazy?” I raise my glass to her. “Happy Saturday!”

“And a happy Saturday to you! School is out in a few days. I cannot wait!” I suspect that Estelle has been drinking already, too, given the volume at which she is speaking.

“Tell me everything.” I sit back and let her fill me in on how she is wrapping up the year. I know that she and the professor stopped seeing each other last fall, and she seems to have been bouncing from guy to guy since then. I have yet to hear about the same guy more than once, but I’m holding out hope. Eric and Zach are still together, and they’re planning on spending the summer together in Madison, and Sabin will be doing local theater stuff again.

“Oh, and did I tell you about Sabin?” Estelle leans into the camera until I can practically see up her nose.

I laugh. “No, what?”

“Do you remember that Chrystle girl from last year?”

“Sure. He hooked up with her again?”

She holds up two fingers. “Her and her roommate, Maryse. Together.” She collapses into giggles.

“Oh God, gross! Estelle! I don’t want to hear those details! Yuck. I can’t think about Sabin like that!”

“Roommates, of all things! How cliché! You didn’t see us hooking up with a guy together, right? I mean, I wouldn’t be able to look at you the next day. Not that you’re not super crazy hot and all that, but … And there’s the fact that you’ve hooked up with my brother, which would up the creep factor.” She claps her hand over her mouth. “Oh shit. I’m sorry.”

“Estelle, it’s fine. Stop.”

“Fucking hell, Blythe. I shouldn’t have brought him up. I’m a tactless bitch.”

“Just touch your hand to Neon Jesus, and all will be forgiven.”

“Hold on!” Estelle bounces up, and I hear her shoes clack on the floor as she walks to the painting that hangs behind her. She reaches up and pats Neon Jesus by his head. “I’m sorry! Did you hear me? I’m sorry!” Her cropped shirt lifts as she reaches up. I know the camera image is not perfect, but I swear I see a bruise that wraps over her hip bone. I forget it about as soon as Estelle’s face comes careening back into the screen because she startles the shit out of me, and I almost spill my wine. “NJ says I’m forgiven.”