I have to believe that.
I have to.
Tom sees me as I approach the bar and wraps his arm around my neck.
“Hey dude, where have you been? Missed ya,” he says, drunk and slurring.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s really been going on, eh?”
Tom looks at me out of the corner of his eye. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, I think you know what I mean. I think you know.”
He sighs loudly, almost like a bear falling onto its back after a hard day.
“Where do I start?” he says.
“Where you feel it began.”
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Lily chuckles on and off for the next minute or two while she either thinks about her fiancé or the amount of money he inherited from his mother.
She lifts her eyes eventually and gives me a smug little smile. “Life is good, that’s all I’m saying. Life is good.”
I’m happy for her, I really am. I know Theo will give her more children, not to mention security, encouragement and happiness, plus a jolly good shafting whenever she wants. But my mind turns to Paul.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“Paul,” I tell her, because I think she knows.
“You have that look in your eye. It’s the look of doom.”
I look down at the table. “When we were in Melbourne he came and met us. He’d given himself a holiday and was passing through on his way to someplace else.”
She looks beyond shocked. “You saw him?”
“He’s okay,” I tell her straight, “a bit bashed around, but he’s okay.”
“What do you mean?” She puts both hands around her mug, seeking comfort.
“He lost you, didn’t he?”
Her face twitches with unresolved issues. “He broke me, Chloe.”
“He knows that,” I tell her without hesitation. “He definitely knows.”
“Who was he travelling with?” she asks, still interested in his personal life, it would seem.
“He was on his own but he was on his way to meet up with other friends.”
“He’s not seeing anyone?”
I shrug, because honestly, he could be seeing twelve people and you might never know.
“I wouldn’t worry about him, Lil. He takes what he can when he can, you know? I’m sure he’s not deprived.”
“He’s still living recklessly then.”
“Hey, as long as you’re honest and practise safe sex, what’s wrong with that?”
“I agree,” she admits freely, “honesty goes a long way. Like, maybe you should be honest and admit that you refused Cole because you’re just a bit scared of commitment.”
I laugh in her face and contemplate throwing my muffin at her, which I must make a start on actually, seeing as though she’s almost demolished hers.
“It’s not Deconstruct Chloe Day,” I tell her frankly, “and I am being honest. I didn’t love him, darl. I really, really liked his body and the things he could do with it, but I didn’t love him.”
She looks at me for a long, long time, then she murmurs, “Oh, no.”
“What? Stop looking at me like that.” It’s worse than being naked… it’s like she sees right through me.
“You’ve still got the hots for Adam, haven’t you?”
“What? No. Nah!” I fold my legs beneath the table, sit back and fold my arms, too. For good measure, I tip my head back and pretend I’m as nonchalant as could be.
“So, if I told you his wife is a psycho, and I mean an actual verified psycho, you wouldn’t be interested?”
I practically leap across the table and find myself staring into the whites of her eyes.
“What the fuck do you know, preggo bitch? Tell me everything.”
She slaps her knee and laughs. “Oh, my god. Order is restored, order is restored.” I’m about to tell her to keep her fucking voice down when she shouts, “Chloe’s back everybody, order is restored!”
People look at us like we’re not normal and I wait until Lily’s ensconced with her tea again before gesturing to people nearby it’s because she’s pregnant and she’s crazy (I do the loco signal with my index finger near my temple). Lily almost catches me out but I smile into her face when she looks up at me and says, “So, what are you gonna do to help me get that bitch out of his life?”
I pull my best Marlon Brandon expression and tell her, “Tell me everything. We’ll find a way to show her up for what she really is. No question.”
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