“Hey Damon,” I began and winced. Weak. “It’s me, Beck. I’m just touching base to see if everything’s okay. Call me when you get a chance.” I hung up.
“That was cold,” Luke said. “Are you sure he’s your boyfriend? Sounds more like the kind of message you’d leave for your dentist.”
“Fuck you,” I said, quite eloquently, I thought.
“He’s not wrong,” Lorraine said, ducking when I threw a piece of pineapple at her.
“Gotta agree,” Jen said, and Stacey nodded.
“I don’t even want to know what you think I should have said.”
“Maybe that you miss him? That’s pretty basic,” Lorraine said.
“Fine. Next time I will tell him I miss him.”
“You could always sext him,” Luke suggested. “Send pictures or dirty talk.”
Jen sighed. “You’re such a guy.”
“So, I know what I’m talking about.”
“I am officially done with this conversation,” I said. “Next topic, please.”
“You still haven’t seen the stuff Lindsey wrote while she was having that vision, have you?” Stacey asked.
I shook my head. “No, not yet. Was going to check it out after we finish eating, or maybe after I nap.”
Rhi and Lorel had taken Lindsey back to their house, telling me they’d call in a few days when she was feeling back to normal. At the moment, she seemed committed to her imitation of Rip Van Winkle.
“You’ll look after eating,” Stacey decreed. “Her writings might be time sensitive.”
At that, the rest of us broke into laughter.
“What?”
I gasped for air and slowly got myself under control.
“I don’t see what’s so funny.” Stacey eyed us with undisguised annoyance.
“Time sensitive psychic vision,” I explained.
“Yeah?”
“It’s funny. Like saying the prophecies in Indiana Jones were time sensitive.”
“It’s not the same thing at all. Lindsey said something bad was coming, and then within hours she had another vision that seems to be related to you. It grabs her so tightly that she spends hours and hours frantically sketching out everything she’s seeing, and you don’t think there might be some urgency there?”
No, I hadn’t thought of that. In fact, I’d been avoiding thinking that. I wanted a small break before the next pile of shit hit the fan. No such luck. I nodded. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
“Maybe I’ll look now,” I said, setting my plate aside. “Where is the gym?”
“I’ll show you,” Luke said. “Follow me.”
I got up. Ajax eyed me as if trying to decide whether he needed to stand, or if I’d be sitting back down. Concluding that I was, indeed, leaving the room, he jumped up and trotted after me.
“Hold on,” Jen said. “We’re coming, too.”
