“Hey. How you doing?” He sounded tense. Reallytense.
Drunk?
“Good.”
“You at Woo’s?” His voice was clipped,gruff.
“Yes.”
“Howlong?”
“A few days. Maybe a week.Why?”
“Seth there withyou?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
“What do you want, Jesse? I’m on vacation,okay?”
“With SethBrothers?”
“As it turnsout.”
“And howdidthat turnout…?”
“Jesse. I really don’t have to explain myself toyou.”
“Like hell youdon’t.”
“Jesse—”
“You better start explaining tosomeone, ’cause Brody is climbing the fuckingwalls—”
“And I’m sorry Brody’s upset. But this has nothing to do withDirty.”
It didn’t. Not rightnow.
Right now, it had to do with me and Seth Brothers and that was aboutit.
“Then what the fuck does it have to do with,Elle?”
“Honestly, it’s none of yourbusiness.”
Jesse huffed and said, “You gonna callBrody?”
“Soon.”
“Make itsooner.”
“Goodbye, Jesse.” I didn’t wait for him to say goodbye. I hungup.
This was nothing new,exactly.
So Brody was losing his shit. And Jesse was pissed at me. As usual, everyone had a reaction to every fucking thing I did. An expectation of me. Ademand.
Everybody wanted something from me, whether they had a right to ornot.
