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even remember doing what I’m talking about; how could I remember that? Anyway, the guy started talking to me, and he calmed me down. We sat and talked the rest of the way back. Who in the world would I know coming from the city at that time of the morning? We got off at the same stop, too. I’m just praying its not one of your friends or neighbors. I would die of embarrassment.”
“Any description? I know you don’t remember, but did Will say anything?” Mel asks with a furrowed brow. I know she’s thinking.
“Yes, Will is gay so he noticed the guy’s looks. Tall, taller than me, with dark hair. He said he was built, too.” I hope that rings a bell for her, but really it could describe just about anyone.
“I’ll ask Brian. Maybe it’s someone who’s seen you with us, and Brian knows him. Not sure why someone would be on the Monday morning train that early coming this way though. Unless, of course, he had made some bad decision too the night before!” She cackles, and we hear Lou from the other room copy her. I run to give her a squeeze.
* * *
Thanksgiving is approaching, and Mel and I decide we need to plan. Our parents are coming into town, and so is Brian’s dad. She’s asked me to come over this morning, and I assume that’s what we’ll be doing. I’m looking forward to it. This is the first Thanksgiving we will all have together since we were little.
I let myself in the front door, and Brian and Mel are sitting on the couch.
“In here, Bec,” Mel says quietly. I assume Lou is sleeping.
“What’s up? Where are the kiddos?”
“Have a seat, Becca. Is there something you’d like to tell us about the weekend you watched the kids? With Lou, in particular?” Melanie asks, looking down into her coffee cup as she takes a sip.
Oh. My. God.
I break out into an anxious sweat, and tears squirt from my eyes, “I’m so sorry, Mel! I only turned my back for half a second and she was gone… I’ve been sick about …” I get interrupted.
“What the hell are you blabbering about? You lost Louise?” Melanie looks furious.
Double shit.
“What are you talking about? What do you think happened when I was watching her?” I’m trying my best to cover my tracks, and I think I may have offered up a little too much information. She’s pissed.
“No, Becca, why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re talking about?” She’s yelling and Brian pats her leg to try to calm her down.
“Bec, we met the guy from the train,” Brian says sweetly, while continuing to soothe the beast that is Melanie.
“No, Brian, no. I want to hear what the hell happened first!” Melanie’s nostrils are flaring, I’d better fess up.
“I was in the coffee shop, and I had to set her down for just a second, to grab my wallet. She went outside, and a policeman found her. She was fine, but I wasn’t. It took me a while to get over that. Mel, I was so upset and I was too scared to tell you about it. I’m so very sorry.” I go over to both of them, and hug them tight. When I pull back, Brian is glaring at Melanie.
“Go ahead, put the poor girl out of her misery,” he says with a little smile as he nudges Mel in the ribs.
“OK, OK. I lost her today, too. Brian and I were in the mall trying to get a little early Christmas shopping done. He went into one store, while I was pushing the stroller and staring into a store window. When I looked down, she had escaped. That’s how we met your friend.”
“Really, Mel? You put me through hell while you did the same thing? Wait, what friend are you talking about?”
“What I wanted to tell you, is that we met the guy who you talked to on the train,” Melanie says, appropriately reprimanded.
I’m totally confused. How in the world would they know who I spoke to, if I can’t even remember? Oh no, I must have been right; it was one of their friends. It does make sense, though. I don’t think I would have spoken to a compete stranger for that long.
“Well? Who
“Any description? I know you don’t remember, but did Will say anything?” Mel asks with a furrowed brow. I know she’s thinking.
“Yes, Will is gay so he noticed the guy’s looks. Tall, taller than me, with dark hair. He said he was built, too.” I hope that rings a bell for her, but really it could describe just about anyone.
“I’ll ask Brian. Maybe it’s someone who’s seen you with us, and Brian knows him. Not sure why someone would be on the Monday morning train that early coming this way though. Unless, of course, he had made some bad decision too the night before!” She cackles, and we hear Lou from the other room copy her. I run to give her a squeeze.
* * *
Thanksgiving is approaching, and Mel and I decide we need to plan. Our parents are coming into town, and so is Brian’s dad. She’s asked me to come over this morning, and I assume that’s what we’ll be doing. I’m looking forward to it. This is the first Thanksgiving we will all have together since we were little.
I let myself in the front door, and Brian and Mel are sitting on the couch.
“In here, Bec,” Mel says quietly. I assume Lou is sleeping.
“What’s up? Where are the kiddos?”
“Have a seat, Becca. Is there something you’d like to tell us about the weekend you watched the kids? With Lou, in particular?” Melanie asks, looking down into her coffee cup as she takes a sip.
Oh. My. God.
I break out into an anxious sweat, and tears squirt from my eyes, “I’m so sorry, Mel! I only turned my back for half a second and she was gone… I’ve been sick about …” I get interrupted.
“What the hell are you blabbering about? You lost Louise?” Melanie looks furious.
Double shit.
“What are you talking about? What do you think happened when I was watching her?” I’m trying my best to cover my tracks, and I think I may have offered up a little too much information. She’s pissed.
“No, Becca, why don’t you tell me what the hell you’re talking about?” She’s yelling and Brian pats her leg to try to calm her down.
“Bec, we met the guy from the train,” Brian says sweetly, while continuing to soothe the beast that is Melanie.
“No, Brian, no. I want to hear what the hell happened first!” Melanie’s nostrils are flaring, I’d better fess up.
“I was in the coffee shop, and I had to set her down for just a second, to grab my wallet. She went outside, and a policeman found her. She was fine, but I wasn’t. It took me a while to get over that. Mel, I was so upset and I was too scared to tell you about it. I’m so very sorry.” I go over to both of them, and hug them tight. When I pull back, Brian is glaring at Melanie.
“Go ahead, put the poor girl out of her misery,” he says with a little smile as he nudges Mel in the ribs.
“OK, OK. I lost her today, too. Brian and I were in the mall trying to get a little early Christmas shopping done. He went into one store, while I was pushing the stroller and staring into a store window. When I looked down, she had escaped. That’s how we met your friend.”
“Really, Mel? You put me through hell while you did the same thing? Wait, what friend are you talking about?”
“What I wanted to tell you, is that we met the guy who you talked to on the train,” Melanie says, appropriately reprimanded.
I’m totally confused. How in the world would they know who I spoke to, if I can’t even remember? Oh no, I must have been right; it was one of their friends. It does make sense, though. I don’t think I would have spoken to a compete stranger for that long.
“Well? Who
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