From me.
I pull out my phone and scour the internet until I find what I’m looking for. ExBoyfriendRevengeGiftsandGags.com. I sign him up for a monthly subscription to The Flaccid Phallus club. The first of every month, Harvey will receive a magazine with a limp dick on the front delivered to his office on campus, a box containing sample products that will definitely not help him inthatarea, and a reminder that he messed with the wrong sister.
“There,” I say to her as I show her the package I’ve subscribed to for a very reasonable fee of $19.99/month.
Isla wipes the tears from her cheeks. “You did that for me?”
I nod. “No one messes with my sister.”
You know, except for me.
“It’s hard,” Isla begins. “Mom and Dad like you more. Everyone likes you more. You dated Cash Allred for years. The town Golden Boy. Then, you somehow managed to make the town Bad Boy fall in love with you. I just… want what you have, Ingrid.”
I frown. “What do I have that you don’t?”
She exhales. “People actually want to be around you.”
I don’t know what to say.
“Mom and Dad told me I’ve been really selfish,” she confesses. “Maybe they’re right.”
Maybe they are.
But maybe Isla is just selfish and self-serving. Maybe Motherhood will change her.
“Mom said you have a baby appointment tomorrow afternoon. I’d like to go with you.”
She perks up. “Really?”
“Yeah,” I say.
“That’s really sweet of you.”
“I’m also moving to New York in August,” I divulge. “So, I won’t be here when the baby’s born.”
“Mom told me.”
“You can use my room,” I say to her. “But don’t erase me from the space, okay?”
She bites her lower lip. “I start therapy next week.”
I smile. “Yeah?”
“Mom said if I want to continue living with them, I have to go.”
“Maybe it’ll be good for you.”
She shrugs. “This is my life now. Pregnant and alone.”
“At least you’re not Naked and Afraid,” I joke. She stares at me. “Like the TV show?”
“Never heard of it.”
I decide to change the subject. “Are you okay with me taking my job back?”
“I’m so glad I won’t have to deal with Pierre anymore,” she exhales. “He’s so mean.”
I stifle a laugh. “That sounds like Pierre.”
