“That’s because I don’t need you to approve my weekend plans, Patrick,” I said. “I don’t have to tell you where I’m going, or what I’m doing, or who I’m with.”
Okay, my attempts at neutral were not working out such that I was now sliding into screechy bitch territory.
Patrick:Was that really necessary?
Shannon:Quiet down over there.
Patrick:What? I thought we agreed we weren’t throwing down in meetings anymore
Patrick:United front? No fighting in front of the kids?
Shannon:Oh right, right, I forgot about that when you made my weekend plans a topic of this status meeting
Patrick:If you’re going dark for a weekend, prep me for that. I’ll support you but don’t send me in blind
Shannon:Noted.
Patrick:So…? Where’d you go?
Shannon:Away
Patrick:…and?
Shannon:I was getting back to neutral
“But it would be good if you tell me, so I don’t wait around at a property and get stuck in a fucking elevator,” Sam said.
“Jesus Christ, Sam, I’m sorry! I lost track of things, okay? I’m sorry.” I set my coffee cup down and took a deep breath. “I went away with some friends, and I forgot about the appointment at Comm Ave., and—”
“The only person you spend time with who isn’t presently accounted for in this room is my wife,” Matt said, and I was ready to fling my computer at his head. It was lovely hearing about my hollow, anti-social existence at such an early hour. “And she was with me, on the Cape.”
Sam turned to Matt. “Do you ever get tired of saying it with that sanctimonious tone?My wife?”
He shot Sam a smug grin. “Never.”
Shannon:Either you rein Juggernaut in or I will
Patrick:Ignore Matt. He’s just being a shit stirrer
Patrick:But the runt is off his fucking rocker this morning. He might actually want a pound of flesh for ditching him
Shannon:If he wants a pound of flesh, he’ll need to bite off my dick to get it
Patrick:There are times when you really scare me. This would be one of them.
“But you’re okay, yeah?” Riley asked. He pointed to the bruise on Sam’s face. “Is this from the elevator or blacking out in Cambridge?”
“Elevator,” Sam said.
“Why didn’t you call one of us?” Andy asked him, angling her pen at Riley, Patrick, and Matt.
Sam shrugged, and shifted his focus to his coffee cup. It was odd, considering the past ten minutes were loaded with a dramatic retelling of his weekend. I expected the tirade to continue, for the rest of the group to come under attack as well, but he smiled to himself, like there was a secret he was keeping safe.
Patrick:There is so much more to this story than we’re getting
Shannon:Yep
Shannon:But he’s mad that no one noticed he went missing for a weekend and I blew him off, and he’s withholding the details
