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where I’d carved them over a decade ago.
It doesn’t take long for me to get hammered as we drink and reminisce.
“So," she says, "saw you in the paper last month. Girl standing next to you after the Denver show was pretty, who is she?”
I take a swig of my vodka because I’m really not ready to talk about Lucy. “My manager. Why, you interested?”
“Fuck off, Drew,” she says, punching me in the arm. She isn’t gentle; she never is.
“Hey, you asked. Figured you were looking for some action.”
“Maybe I just thought you’d grown up and found an actual girlfriend. It’d be nice to have some nieces and nephews someday.”
“You have the kids, I’ll stick to being the one with nephews. Tried the girlfriend thing if you remember. Didn’t work out.”
It’s her turn to take a swig of vodka. My ex, Veronica, had been her best friend, after all.
“You tried it once. Once . When you were sixteen. Wouldn't kill you to give it another shot.”
“I actually ran into Veronica the other day,” I say. “Actually, she showed up outside my trailer and hit on me.”
“Seriously?” Sadie sounds surprised. “Maaaaaan. I mean, I heard she kind of went off the deep end when her husband left her for some eighteen-year-old he hooked up with, but that’s pretty damn pathetic, to throw herself at you like that.”
“Didn’t even realize she was married,” I respond. I really don’t care, either, but at least it explains a few things.
“Oh, yeah, she met him spring break her last year of college. Heir to some sort of used car empire in upstate New York. Heard the wedding was completely over the top. Ice sculptures and live doves and whatever. Big fat lot of good it did her.”
“Yeah, well, as long as she leaves me out of it, she can have all the damn ice sculptures and used car salesmen her heart desires.”
There’s a pause. “I’m honestly surprised she bothered. I mean, you told her you wanted nothing to do with her years ago.”
“You know how people get about the fame shit. Whatever. She’s gone now, and I think I made it clear she’s not fucking welcome. Anyway, who gives a shit about her?”
“I’m not the one who brought her up,” she says with a smug little smile. “ Someone was deflecting. So. Your love life?”
“Mom and Dad bugging you about finding someone again?”
Her shrug says it all, but she adds, “About you finding someone, too. They want more grandkids. And it wouldn’t hurt you to visit them once in a while, Drew. You know Mom drives Dad nuts when she has no one else to nag.”
“Look,” I say between swigs of my drink, “if they want more grandkids and you’re so damned concerned, you’re welcome to provide.”
Rolling her eyes, she shuts up and orders another drink.
After that, we just talk about the old days, which is much better, and then we make the old bet about who can drink the most without losing their shit. As she always had back then, my little sis drinks me under the table, and I wake up on her couch with a wicked hangover having dreamt of Lucy and I together, Lucy and I having the family my sister had nagged me about.
It’s by no means an unpleasant dream.
* * *
A few weeks later , I’m holed up in my Washington cabin, trying to work out lyrics for a song that’s been haunting me for the last few months. It’s about Lucy—not sex with her, but about who she is. It’s good, but not quite right, and I find myself wishing she were here so I can soak up inspiration from her, so I can make it everything she deserves.
I make do with a phone call.
“Oh, hi Drew. I was just getting ready for a working lunch." Her voice has an uptick, like she's excited to hear from me. "What do you need?”
“You,” I say, keeping my voice low and husky, just the way I know makes her hot.
Her tone drops; I'm getting to her. “Well, you know I have a lot of work to do.”
“I know exactly the kind of work I need you to do,” I chuckle. My cock is
It doesn’t take long for me to get hammered as we drink and reminisce.
“So," she says, "saw you in the paper last month. Girl standing next to you after the Denver show was pretty, who is she?”
I take a swig of my vodka because I’m really not ready to talk about Lucy. “My manager. Why, you interested?”
“Fuck off, Drew,” she says, punching me in the arm. She isn’t gentle; she never is.
“Hey, you asked. Figured you were looking for some action.”
“Maybe I just thought you’d grown up and found an actual girlfriend. It’d be nice to have some nieces and nephews someday.”
“You have the kids, I’ll stick to being the one with nephews. Tried the girlfriend thing if you remember. Didn’t work out.”
It’s her turn to take a swig of vodka. My ex, Veronica, had been her best friend, after all.
“You tried it once. Once . When you were sixteen. Wouldn't kill you to give it another shot.”
“I actually ran into Veronica the other day,” I say. “Actually, she showed up outside my trailer and hit on me.”
“Seriously?” Sadie sounds surprised. “Maaaaaan. I mean, I heard she kind of went off the deep end when her husband left her for some eighteen-year-old he hooked up with, but that’s pretty damn pathetic, to throw herself at you like that.”
“Didn’t even realize she was married,” I respond. I really don’t care, either, but at least it explains a few things.
“Oh, yeah, she met him spring break her last year of college. Heir to some sort of used car empire in upstate New York. Heard the wedding was completely over the top. Ice sculptures and live doves and whatever. Big fat lot of good it did her.”
“Yeah, well, as long as she leaves me out of it, she can have all the damn ice sculptures and used car salesmen her heart desires.”
There’s a pause. “I’m honestly surprised she bothered. I mean, you told her you wanted nothing to do with her years ago.”
“You know how people get about the fame shit. Whatever. She’s gone now, and I think I made it clear she’s not fucking welcome. Anyway, who gives a shit about her?”
“I’m not the one who brought her up,” she says with a smug little smile. “ Someone was deflecting. So. Your love life?”
“Mom and Dad bugging you about finding someone again?”
Her shrug says it all, but she adds, “About you finding someone, too. They want more grandkids. And it wouldn’t hurt you to visit them once in a while, Drew. You know Mom drives Dad nuts when she has no one else to nag.”
“Look,” I say between swigs of my drink, “if they want more grandkids and you’re so damned concerned, you’re welcome to provide.”
Rolling her eyes, she shuts up and orders another drink.
After that, we just talk about the old days, which is much better, and then we make the old bet about who can drink the most without losing their shit. As she always had back then, my little sis drinks me under the table, and I wake up on her couch with a wicked hangover having dreamt of Lucy and I together, Lucy and I having the family my sister had nagged me about.
It’s by no means an unpleasant dream.
* * *
A few weeks later , I’m holed up in my Washington cabin, trying to work out lyrics for a song that’s been haunting me for the last few months. It’s about Lucy—not sex with her, but about who she is. It’s good, but not quite right, and I find myself wishing she were here so I can soak up inspiration from her, so I can make it everything she deserves.
I make do with a phone call.
“Oh, hi Drew. I was just getting ready for a working lunch." Her voice has an uptick, like she's excited to hear from me. "What do you need?”
“You,” I say, keeping my voice low and husky, just the way I know makes her hot.
Her tone drops; I'm getting to her. “Well, you know I have a lot of work to do.”
“I know exactly the kind of work I need you to do,” I chuckle. My cock is
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