I want to hold her so bad.
"I'm sorry, Link," she says. "I was just having fun. I like to do other stuffoutsideof you too."
"Did you go to see the seagulls?" I ask.
"No," she says.
I chuckle, feeling nervous.
She smiles but says nothing, then looks over at the TV.
"Oh no, did I miss the show?" she asks.
"Gabby…"
I'm not going to let this go.
"What happened? Did you record it?"
I lick my lips, trying not to lose my patience.
"What is going on, Gabby?"
"Withwhat, Lincoln?" she asks.
"Where were you?Whywon't you answer me?"
"I told you. I wasout," she counters.
"Wherewereyou? Why won't you answer the fucking question?"
She turns fully toward me, eyes narrowing, brows pinching together.
"Last time I checked, we're not dating. We're not married. I don't gotta tell you the fuck where I am or what I'm doing."
I draw a slow breath through my nose.
"When you have Morris,yesyou do."
She throws up her hands.
"Okay, then fire me, and I'll leave him home here with you. Since you're clearly going to be here earlier, then you should keep him with you then."
I'm so confused at this moment in time.
She's being such a fucking bitch. Like, I'm not asking her too much. I want to know where she's taking my cat.
It's as simple as that.
"If you're going to quit, then you're going to have to leave my house then."
She smiles. "Fine, that can be arranged."
Then she goes to her guest room and closes the door.
What the fuck is happening?
After heading for my own room, I answer her dismissal with a slam of my door.
