“Just a knife, nothing. Swords we don’t allow. Where are you from anyway?”
My phone rings. It’s Alice. I decide to not ignore her nineteenth call. ”Alice.”
“Bette! Oh my God, where are you?” Alice lowers her voice conspiratorially, “They’re looking for you, you know.”
“I’m ready for them.” I lean against the car and open one of my WalMart sacks. I thread the scabbard along my belt and slide in my bitching red camo knife. “Crap. I forgot to rinse out the sippy cup in the store.” I blow inside it instead then fill it with apple juice for Angelica.
“Bette we’re checking out in an hour. Shane’s completely MIA, completely missing but Tina’s still here, Bette. And Man! Is she fucking mad!”
“So, am I, Alice,” I hiss.
“Well, other unexpected things happened after you left.” Alice takes a breath.
“Well, Helena got booted off the jet, and Peggy flew away with the Preacher-lady. That no one saw coming.”
”I love Peggy Peabody.” I smile at the thought of our take down combo yesterday.
”So, she’s called you – Tina has – like a million times.”
“I know. I can’t figure out how to block her number.”
“Oh, that’s easy. You just…” Alice stops. “Bette,” she begins to whisper, “I’ve got to go. Just don’t do anything stupid. And come home.”
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Well, think about it while heading south.” Then the line goes dead.
Vancouver, BC – Tina
“Henry, quit hovering over me! Fuck! Just go out in the hallway, or go to the bar. Just give me some space.” I push Henry out into the hotel corridor and slam the door shut.
I have big problems that I didn’t have an inkling of yesterday.
I’m losing control of everything, and I didn’t sleep. He says he didn’t either, but he’s lying, I heard him snoring as I lay awake and wondered, and worried, and then I had cried.
Partly, out of frustration that I don’t know what to do with Bette, or Angelica, or Henry anymore. Everything about my life in the last two years feels ill conceived, and removed of my decisions, and yet – I made them all.