Charlie.
âYou let me worry about Earl,â I say. âYou worry about Charlie.â Itâs a snarky thing to blurt out and Iâm already sorry about it. Bita is silent on the other end. âListen. Iâll come by later this week,â I say softly. âOkay?â Sheâs still silent. âHello?â
âIâm nodding,â Bita says.
âWell, I canât see that.â I laugh.
âI donât know whatâs wrong with me,â she says, and I hear her crunching ice again.
âNext week. For sure,â I promise.
When I get off the phone, I decide to take a walk down to Echo Park to try to get at this Katie and Earl stuff that keeps bothering me. I find a piece of paper and a pen, and I write Earl a note:
Dear Earl,
Youâve been neglecting your duties at home, not earning your keep. So Iâm off to the lake. The dudes down there know how to treat a gal.
:)
Love,
Veronica
I sign off âVeronica,â because Earl always says that itâs my sexy name, and that âRonnieâ is my everyday, âgettinâ around townâ name. Iâm almost out the door when the phone rings. Maybe itâs Bita again. Or Earl.
âYep?â I donât here anything on the other end. âYep, yep, aww yeah, â I say again. That always made Bita laugh. It was my Vanilla Ice impersonation. He was always saying that as filler. I think it was code for âIâm being very black right now.â
âYou sound insane. Drinking already? Itâs barely happy hour your time.â
âD. Oh my God, I miss you. If you were here, we would already be hammered by now.â
âExactly,â Doris says. âIâm beating you, though. Two hours ahead of you and already on my first glass of wine.â
I sigh.
âWhat?â Doris asks. âNo wine in the house?â
âNo. I mean, yes, there isâ¦itâs not that.â
âUh, oh,â Doris says. âWhat?â
I pause and consider not telling Doris. Iâm always putting on a brave front whenever somethingâs getting to me. And things with Earl are good. Itâs jerky to complain given heâs come all the way to L.A., and when I know that Doris is having a hard time with Zach and finding somebody to run around with in Atlanta. âI think Iâm jealous of that chick down at the bar.â
âYouâve got to be kidding me.â
âI wish I were.â
âOkay. Is this, like, some reverse-psychology tactic or something? Because I was all set to pour and rant for two hours.â
âIâm sure itâs nothing.â I dangle one of my flip-flops off my big toe and jiggle my leg. âWhat kind of wine are you drinking?â
âThe kind that works. Talk.â
âNothing to say, really. Iâm just feeling this weird, I donât know, dread or something. I saw Katie hug Earl at the bar the other night, and I got scared.â
âReally?â Doris asks, and I can see her wrinkled nose and squinting eyes that say, â Youâve really gone round the bend now.â âYou donât get scared, not of skinny blondes, anyway.â
âI know. I know. Maybe itâs just the stress of moving back home, and money, dealing with that horrifying child, being worried that Earlâs okayââ
âHuh,â Doris says. I hear her take another sip of wine, and then she letâs me have it. âYOU HAVE GOT TO SNAP THE HELL OUT OF IT.â
âButââ
âHELL TO THE NO,â Doris yells, mimicking Whitney Houstonâs now-infamous catchphrase during her reality TV meltdown. That shit was hilariousâin hindsightânow that Whitneyâs drug free and clear of Bobby Brown.
Iâm laughing, but still trying to make my point. âDoris, seriouslyââ
âYou cannot, and I repeat cannot start any of this horse shite,â she insists. âAll that
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