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Cage
What the fuck are you people talking about? Are you drunk?
Finn
I’m three sheets to drunkville. It was a joke. Duh. You people have no sense of humor.
Hugh
Did you just say, duh? That word is so over. Hell, it hasn’t been used in your lifetime.
Brinkley
Let’s reel it back in. You still there, Georgie?
Yes. I’m enjoying the riveting conversation. Getting in the tub. Love you, guys.
Cage
Text when you get out, please. You did have a serious concussion, and I know that you would like to have us all call the coma a “long nap”, but the truth is, you were in a coma.
Finn
Wow. You really are a doctor. Impressive advice, Dr. Reynolds.
Hugh
Well, even if it was a long nap, you should still let us know when you’re out of the tub. You did hit your head hard. I don’t need to be a doctor to know that’s dangerous.
Brinkley
I’m at your front door, Georgie. Open up. I’m sleeping over.
Finn
Well, that’s another way to go about it. She said she wanted to be alone, so why not go right over there and insist she let you in?
Brinkley
I padded to the door and pulled it open to see my sister holding a bag from Cottonwood Café.
“I got you the mac and cheese. I know it’s your favorite.” She walked in and dropped the bag onto the counter before wrapping her arms around me.
The tears started to fall. And for the first time since my accident, I let myself fall apart. I cried for what happened and the trauma that it put everyone through. I cried for the fact that my favorite place was now tainted by this horrible accident. But mostly, I cried because the man that I loved was hurting, and I couldn’t help him.
“You’re okay, Georgie,” Brinkley said, and there was a crack in her voice when she said my name.
I pulled back and swiped at my face. “Wow. You were willing to deal with Mrs. Runither just to get me my favorite pasta?”
“It’s the duty of being a big sister. But she didn’t ask about me tonight. She only talked about you.” She moved toward the bag and pulled out the two containers, setting them up at the little island counter where the two barstools sat.
“Really? That’s so unlike her.”
“Well, she started out by asking if you were okay. But then her questions were all about you and the hot billionaire, and if you were boinking him. She commented on his height. His hands. That he appeared to have large feet. And that his broody demeanor probably made him a lion in the bedroom.”
My jaw hung open, and my tears turned to laughter. “She is unbelievable.”
