‘Or had a stroke. Or killed someone.’
‘But you’re okay now, right?’
‘Only with Flynn.’
‘What? How’d you know? Have you tried other things?’
‘Darling, I’m surprised I haven’t developed a repetitive strain injury.’
‘Have you used toys? Watched movies?’ The words are out of her mouth before her brain connects. ‘Oh. Yeah.’ Her mouth twists in the corner. ‘Have you tried sleeping with someone else?’
Now, there’s a thought that never occurred to me. But no. ‘No, no one else. And there was no one else before Flynn for a while. I wasn’t going to sleep with Flynn, either. I want change in my life.’I want a child, I long to say, yet I can’t bring myself to.
‘Then it has to be in your head. Maybe—’ She stops speaking, so of course I want to hear.
‘What? Go on!’
‘Maybe if you slept with someone else, and things were fine, then you’d be, too?’ I frown, not following her meaning. ‘If you were fine before, and the issues started after Flynn,andit’s all in your head, maybe if you introduce someone else into the equation and find the pipes, so to speak, work with him, then you’ll have proven to yourself it’s all in your head.’
‘But what if I feel the same? What if I find I have the same issues?’
‘Then you need either a head doctor, a sex therapist, or maybe a yoni massage.’
‘I’d like to say thanks for your help, but well, you haven’t helped.’
‘Have you spoken to Flynn about it?’
‘What?’ I say in the tone ofyou must be mad.‘What possible help could he be?’
‘I’m just putting it out there, not judging or making any predictions, but you were all for murdering Mac. And Flynn, well, he was looking at you much more intensely than Hills and cake boy out there.’
‘I literally have no idea what you just said.’
‘Some things happen for a reason. Maybe your reason forcomingis Flynn.’
Is it me, or is she speaking Swahili?
