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sure that was a permanent condition.
I stepped out onto the back porch and made my way slowly down to the pool. How many times had I stood out here these last few months, thinking about Harley? Thinking about everything that had happened and everything that should have happened? How many times had I stood on the balcony outside of our bedroom and watched her swim here? I didn’t even like to swim, didn’t like the chlorine clinging to my body. I planned on having the pool filled in from the moment I bought the house; I just hadn’t gotten around to it. But Harley was so excited to see it when she moved in. And it was an amazing sight to wake up to every morning, the sight of her in a bikini, cutting through the water in perfect form. Almost as amazing as waking to her sleeping form pressed against my body.
I missed her. I wanted my Harley back. The doctor assured me that her memory would like return with time. I wasn’t sure if I should be hoping for that, or if I should just hope that she would fall in love with me all over again, the past gone and forgotten.
I swallowed my drink and turned to go back inside. I had phone calls I needed to make. Things at the office had become chaotic during my impromptu absence. But then I caught sight of her sitting by the sliding glass doors in her room, watching me.
What was she thinking? Was she afraid of me? Was she curious?
I tried to imagine how I would feel in her place. But I couldn’t.
***
“She’s here?”
I leaned against the front door and stared down at Margaret. “Where else would she go? She can’t remember the last five years of her life.”
“Home? Don’t you think she should be in Texas with her family? With the people she does remember?”
“I’m her family, too.”
“But she doesn’t remember you, Xander. And when she does, do you really think you’re the one she’s going to want to find herself dependent on?”
“Go home, Margaret. The doctor said it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce her to too many people at once.”
I started to close the door, but she pushed against it, brushing past me as she burst into the house.
“Where is she?”
“Resting.”
“Where? Upstairs? Don’t you think it’s a little soon for a reunion?”
“She’s in the guest bedroom out back.” I shot her a dark look. “Do you really think I’m that cruel?”
“I don’t know. We’ve had a few interesting experiences in our time together. I wouldn’t put it past you.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. “What do you want me to do, Margaret? I’ve already bled for you. There isn’t much more I can do.”
She ignored me, going to the small bar in the corner and pouring herself a glass of wine.
“Help yourself.”
“I always have.”
Margaret was a handful. She always has been.
We’d known each other since we were kids. Her father was a named partner in the law firm my mother had worked for since I was little. Thirty years she put in there, and she was still going strong. My mom would take me to work sometimes when there was a school holiday and she couldn’t arrange for a babysitter. When my mom’s boss caught me hiding under her desk one afternoon, he mentioned that he had a kid whose nanny wasn’t always as efficient as he would have liked. He suggested that my mom inform him when she was going to bring me to work so he could bring in his daughter and we could hang out together.
It was the beginning of a volatile relationship that I was afraid would never end.
We fought like cats and dogs, but if someone tried to separate us, we would turn our claws on them. As we grew older, we started going to the same schools. Margaret’s father arranged for me to get into Margaret’s private schools on scholarship because he said I was the only thing that could control her. We were inseparable. We were brother and sister, friends, lovers. We were just about everything to each other two people could be.
And now she was
I stepped out onto the back porch and made my way slowly down to the pool. How many times had I stood out here these last few months, thinking about Harley? Thinking about everything that had happened and everything that should have happened? How many times had I stood on the balcony outside of our bedroom and watched her swim here? I didn’t even like to swim, didn’t like the chlorine clinging to my body. I planned on having the pool filled in from the moment I bought the house; I just hadn’t gotten around to it. But Harley was so excited to see it when she moved in. And it was an amazing sight to wake up to every morning, the sight of her in a bikini, cutting through the water in perfect form. Almost as amazing as waking to her sleeping form pressed against my body.
I missed her. I wanted my Harley back. The doctor assured me that her memory would like return with time. I wasn’t sure if I should be hoping for that, or if I should just hope that she would fall in love with me all over again, the past gone and forgotten.
I swallowed my drink and turned to go back inside. I had phone calls I needed to make. Things at the office had become chaotic during my impromptu absence. But then I caught sight of her sitting by the sliding glass doors in her room, watching me.
What was she thinking? Was she afraid of me? Was she curious?
I tried to imagine how I would feel in her place. But I couldn’t.
***
“She’s here?”
I leaned against the front door and stared down at Margaret. “Where else would she go? She can’t remember the last five years of her life.”
“Home? Don’t you think she should be in Texas with her family? With the people she does remember?”
“I’m her family, too.”
“But she doesn’t remember you, Xander. And when she does, do you really think you’re the one she’s going to want to find herself dependent on?”
“Go home, Margaret. The doctor said it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce her to too many people at once.”
I started to close the door, but she pushed against it, brushing past me as she burst into the house.
“Where is she?”
“Resting.”
“Where? Upstairs? Don’t you think it’s a little soon for a reunion?”
“She’s in the guest bedroom out back.” I shot her a dark look. “Do you really think I’m that cruel?”
“I don’t know. We’ve had a few interesting experiences in our time together. I wouldn’t put it past you.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. “What do you want me to do, Margaret? I’ve already bled for you. There isn’t much more I can do.”
She ignored me, going to the small bar in the corner and pouring herself a glass of wine.
“Help yourself.”
“I always have.”
Margaret was a handful. She always has been.
We’d known each other since we were kids. Her father was a named partner in the law firm my mother had worked for since I was little. Thirty years she put in there, and she was still going strong. My mom would take me to work sometimes when there was a school holiday and she couldn’t arrange for a babysitter. When my mom’s boss caught me hiding under her desk one afternoon, he mentioned that he had a kid whose nanny wasn’t always as efficient as he would have liked. He suggested that my mom inform him when she was going to bring me to work so he could bring in his daughter and we could hang out together.
It was the beginning of a volatile relationship that I was afraid would never end.
We fought like cats and dogs, but if someone tried to separate us, we would turn our claws on them. As we grew older, we started going to the same schools. Margaret’s father arranged for me to get into Margaret’s private schools on scholarship because he said I was the only thing that could control her. We were inseparable. We were brother and sister, friends, lovers. We were just about everything to each other two people could be.
And now she was
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