But my head felt full of ominous gray clouds.
“Hey,” I greeted after I took the call.
“Hey to you,” he replied.“You good?”
I closed my eyes, opened them, and stared at the longstretch of lawn that led to the street.
There were bushes down either side of the property.Icouldn’t begin to know what they were, just that they were cut low for thewinter.
I wondered if Snap provided lawn maintenance for histenants, and if he did, if he did that himself or if he expected them to do itas part of the rental agreement.
“Rosalie,” he called, his tone sharper.
Not sharper.
Worried.
“I’m good,” I told him, though I wasn’t sure I wasconsidering how it felt that he’d been gone maybe a little over an hour and hewas already calling me, checking on me.
That should feel good.
It was just my head was so messed up, I wouldn’t let it.
“You don’t sound good,” he noted.
“The stitches all fell out,” I shared.
“Noticed,” he murmured.
Of course he had.
“I’mgonnahave scars,” I toldhim.
There was a beat of silence before he declared, “I’mcomin’ back.”
“Snap, don’t.”
“Babe, you went frombein’ cute inbed and smiling eating a donut to whatever the fuck you sound like now andtalking about scars.You’ve fallen into your head, it’s not a good place to be,so I’mcomin’ back.”
“I need to sort this stuff out for myself, Snapper.”
“Why?”he asked.
Suddenly, the big yard in front of me was blurry.
“Sorry?”I asked back.
“Why do you have to do it yourself?”
I…
Didn’t know.
I told him what I did know.
“I’ve relied on a man all my life, Snap.”
“Okay, so?”
