“What?”
“Oh, yeah. The first thing I did when he was showering was change out the names on his mother’s phone number with the woman he was screwing behind my back. Guess his mother didn’t appreciate the spicy text and dick pic.”
He snorted hard enough he was thankful nothing flew out of his nose. “That’s a good one.”
“I told him he should be more careful what he puts in a text.”
“So he was pissed?”
“Yeah. He figured that one out the next night when he tried to text Lana.”
“This was almost two months ago and you think he would damage your car over it?”
It didn’t play in his mind. Too much time had passed.
“Oh,” she said, waving her hand. “I’m just getting started. Every time he discovered something else I did, he’d get back at me. The first thing he did was come into the house and rearrange my arts and crafts room. I knew it was him. I had the locks changed after.”
“You should have done that immediately. Do you know the date of that?”
He had his phone out, but she was shaking her head. “I’d have to look at the messages he sent and try to figure it out. It was quite a few weeks until he signed onto his video console. That was sacred to him. Maybe he should have protected it more.”
“What happened there?”
He had buddies that spent hours building their rankings on shooter games. A few bad rounds could wipe that out.
“Fredrick had been building hisMinecraftworld for over ten years. I don’t even know. Since he was a kid. It’s not that he played with it or anything, but took pride in what he’d built. He’d get ideas and then spend hours creating it.”
He closed one eye at her. “Did you delete it?”
“I wanted to smash some buildings or put something repulsive in there, but I couldn’t figure it out. So yeah, I deleted everything I could and left three tiny buildings. He called me in tears. I almost felt bad over it.” She held her fingers up in a pinch. “Almost.”
“He’s a man now. Go build something with a hammer and nails.”
She pointed her finger at him. “I said that a bunch of times.” She chugged another big gulp of the cider.
“Okay, so when was that?”
She shrugged. “I can look it up.” She pulled her phone out.
He put his hand on hers and wished he hadn’t had that contact. The heat that filled his palm told him to get his grouch back on.
“Later. Other than being upset, how did he react?”
“My plants were pulled out of the planters on my front porch. I love flowers and had them all pretty and I came home to find them sitting in the dirt, some broken, others had the petals taken off. I had to replant them. I guess his simple reaction was to ruin something I took pride in. You think I’m really petty, don’t you?”
“Here’s the thing. You did it all at once, right? Not going back weeks later and continuing it?”
“Correct. That day when I found out, I was heartbroken. I really was. But that was it. He moved out and in my mind it was over with. He kept coming back and carrying it on longer. For me, it’s like, end it now.”
“What’s the thing with the fish?”
“Oh. That’s the last thing I did. Took him a long time to figure out. Since he enjoyed sending dick pics, I realized he used a filter to you know, enlarge his girth.”
“I don’t want to know,” he said, shaking his head.
“You asked. I’mmmmmm telling you,” she said. She took another gulp of her hard cider. Her tongue was getting looser and she let out a giggle.
Shit, was she going to get tipsy?
