George: I arranged with Mom to take the kids.
Me: Good. Have fun! And don’t get her pregnant again, dear god
George: My wonder sperm are on a permanent hiatus
Me: You got the snip?
George: I did.
Green flag reinstated.
Me: Go you and your sperm-free balls
George: *snorts* This is why I didn’t come to you for sympathy
Me: Barebacking FTW, eh, eh?
George:
The jumble of conversations had taken my mind away from work…
…until the time came for Luigi to actually drop me off at Bellevue.
Seeing as the last thing I wanted was to get out of the car, I snagged onto Millie’s reply with both hands.
Millie: You’re the best, Stanford
Me: I know you probs didn’t want me to tell George, but he can’t fix shit if he doesn’t understand what’s going on with you
Millie:
With her clearly not wanting to extend the chat, I was on the brink of messaging Lara next, but Luigi prodded: “Do you want me to escort you in, ma’am?”
Ma’am?
“Um, it’s Kitty. And, no, but thanks.”
“I understand that you might want things to appear normal, so I can either open the door for you or?—”
“No! That’s fine. I can get out myself. I shouldn’t be long. Stan said you’d be waiting?—”
“I will, Kitty. I’m Luigi, by the way. And here’s my number.” He rattled it off as I recorded it in my phone. “I can’t park here, so give me a call and I’ll pull out front again.”
“O-Okay. Thank you,” I warbled but didn’t leave the car.
“Are you all right, Kitty?”
“I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”
It was the push I needed.
Groaning, I climbed out, my bones feeling like they were grinding as I walked into the hospital.
Sharon at reception gasped when she saw me. “Kitty?! Holy fuck, is that you?”
“Yeah. I was mugged.”
“You can’t work like that,” Sharon declared, leaning over the desk to gawk at me some more. “You’re asking for the night off?”
