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Authors: Dakota Cassidy
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life?”
“I’m sure they’re just looking out for me, but if I needed looking out for, I’d tell ’em.”
“So you trust they’re doing this because it’s in your best interest?”
“Didn’t I just say that? Listen, they don’t do it to shove the fact that they’re stronger than I am now in my face. I trust them. I don’t like that I trust a chick who wears more makeup than a clown and always takes two hours to get ready when we’re just going to the frickin’ Dollar Store. Marty’s nothing like me, and if she’s nothing like me, then Wanda’s a million times unlike me. She’s reserved, all about good manners and being a fucking lady. But trust them? Fuck yeah. It’s been ride or die since day one, and it always will be. End of. Move along to the next subject, little doggie.”
January believed Nina did trust her friends. She didn’t flinch when asked. Not an iota. “Okay, let’s look at your marriage then. How does your husband Greg feel about your humanity?”
Rolling her head from side to side, she cracked the muscles in her neck. “You wanna call him up and ask him?”
“No. I want you to give me your impression of his feelings. How do they come across to you? How do they make you feel? What do you hear when he shares them?”
Nina shrugged, and this time, she didn’t look January in the eye when she answered. “He was pissed that I risked my life for Marty, if that’s what you’re getting at. Not because it was Marty, mind you, but that I took a chance like I did, knowing I was human. Because of Charlie…”
January cupped her chin in her hand and assessed the gorgeous brunette. Nina’s husband played an integral role in how she felt about her returned humanity. It had to be hard for him to adjust, too. “So he was angry then?”
“Yeah. He was pretty pissed.”
“Did you argue about it?”
“We didn’t really knock-down-drag-out because we don’t ever do that. We get heated, but we don’t sling fucking mud. I know you prolly think coming from me, that’s bullshit, but my marriage is solid and keeping it that way means I have to use my words. But he was upset enough that he asked me to reconsider my role at OOPS.”
“And that made you…?”
“Tweaked at first, because I’m all kinds of mouth and posturing when it comes to somebody telling me what I can and can’t do—even my own husband. But I get it, and if I didn’t get it, Marty and Wanda are there to remind me I’m in a fucking partnership and something about consideration for my other half, blah, blah, blah. But it’s not like I don’t get that I have a finite amount of time here on earth. I know I’m a lot easier to kill now.”
“Do you still feel as much Greg’s equal as you did when you were a vampire?”
Nina said nothing. Instead, she rustled around in her bag of chips.
“Nina?” January prodded with a gentle tone.
She squirmed for a moment, as though she were deciding whether she should divulge one of her deeper fears—not to mention divulge it to their hidden audience.
Finally, she took a napkin from her bag and wiped her mouth before saying, “No, okay? No, I don’t feel like an equal anymore. I feel like I’ve been spending a lot of time showing Greg all the things I do day to day for Charlie and Carl so—” Her voice cracked a little then, but she rallied quickly. “So that if something happens to me, he’ll know what they like for dinner, or how Carl likes his broccoli cooked a specific way so it’s not too mushy, or the days of the week I take them to the library for story time… I guess I didn’t realize I was telling him all these things because I know one day I…I…”
“Won’t be here?”
Now Nina gulped, the slender column of her throat working. “Yeah. It’s like I’m preparing to die, and I’m not even dying, and…”
“And that sucks.”
“Fuck yeah, it sucks. But I’d do it again. So if you’re going to go back to how I should regret saving
“I’m sure they’re just looking out for me, but if I needed looking out for, I’d tell ’em.”
“So you trust they’re doing this because it’s in your best interest?”
“Didn’t I just say that? Listen, they don’t do it to shove the fact that they’re stronger than I am now in my face. I trust them. I don’t like that I trust a chick who wears more makeup than a clown and always takes two hours to get ready when we’re just going to the frickin’ Dollar Store. Marty’s nothing like me, and if she’s nothing like me, then Wanda’s a million times unlike me. She’s reserved, all about good manners and being a fucking lady. But trust them? Fuck yeah. It’s been ride or die since day one, and it always will be. End of. Move along to the next subject, little doggie.”
January believed Nina did trust her friends. She didn’t flinch when asked. Not an iota. “Okay, let’s look at your marriage then. How does your husband Greg feel about your humanity?”
Rolling her head from side to side, she cracked the muscles in her neck. “You wanna call him up and ask him?”
“No. I want you to give me your impression of his feelings. How do they come across to you? How do they make you feel? What do you hear when he shares them?”
Nina shrugged, and this time, she didn’t look January in the eye when she answered. “He was pissed that I risked my life for Marty, if that’s what you’re getting at. Not because it was Marty, mind you, but that I took a chance like I did, knowing I was human. Because of Charlie…”
January cupped her chin in her hand and assessed the gorgeous brunette. Nina’s husband played an integral role in how she felt about her returned humanity. It had to be hard for him to adjust, too. “So he was angry then?”
“Yeah. He was pretty pissed.”
“Did you argue about it?”
“We didn’t really knock-down-drag-out because we don’t ever do that. We get heated, but we don’t sling fucking mud. I know you prolly think coming from me, that’s bullshit, but my marriage is solid and keeping it that way means I have to use my words. But he was upset enough that he asked me to reconsider my role at OOPS.”
“And that made you…?”
“Tweaked at first, because I’m all kinds of mouth and posturing when it comes to somebody telling me what I can and can’t do—even my own husband. But I get it, and if I didn’t get it, Marty and Wanda are there to remind me I’m in a fucking partnership and something about consideration for my other half, blah, blah, blah. But it’s not like I don’t get that I have a finite amount of time here on earth. I know I’m a lot easier to kill now.”
“Do you still feel as much Greg’s equal as you did when you were a vampire?”
Nina said nothing. Instead, she rustled around in her bag of chips.
“Nina?” January prodded with a gentle tone.
She squirmed for a moment, as though she were deciding whether she should divulge one of her deeper fears—not to mention divulge it to their hidden audience.
Finally, she took a napkin from her bag and wiped her mouth before saying, “No, okay? No, I don’t feel like an equal anymore. I feel like I’ve been spending a lot of time showing Greg all the things I do day to day for Charlie and Carl so—” Her voice cracked a little then, but she rallied quickly. “So that if something happens to me, he’ll know what they like for dinner, or how Carl likes his broccoli cooked a specific way so it’s not too mushy, or the days of the week I take them to the library for story time… I guess I didn’t realize I was telling him all these things because I know one day I…I…”
“Won’t be here?”
Now Nina gulped, the slender column of her throat working. “Yeah. It’s like I’m preparing to die, and I’m not even dying, and…”
“And that sucks.”
“Fuck yeah, it sucks. But I’d do it again. So if you’re going to go back to how I should regret saving
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