Resentment(45)

I really don’t want to talk to her, but I need a distraction, so I pick up.

“Hello?” I answer.

“Mia Allison Gray, please tell me that you did not really send an email to the superiors at your job telling them to flack off?”

“Flack off?” I say. “No. I told them to ‘fuck off’.”

“That’s what I meant, Mia.” She groaned. “What has gotten into you? And please tell me it’s not true that you moved to Portland to live with your brother.”

“It is true.” I’m starting to re-think that need of a distraction. Watching paint dry might be more entertaining than listening to her right now.

“Mia, you went to Harvard. You studied under the best of the best and got internships most people would kill to have. How can you throw that all away?”

Yep...Paint drying, it is.

“Mom, can I call you later to talk about this? I need to go do something right now.”

“No, you may not,” she says. “Look, if you go back, I’ll smooth things out with your supervisors. One of them graduated with me, so I’m sure he’d be happy to do me a favor out of Harvard spirit, Also—”

“Screw ‘Harvard spirit’, mother.” I sit up. “I only went there because I was too goddamn stupid to follow my own dreams. I’m really tired of you wanting me to be something I’m not, and you not talking to me for weeks at a time when I do something you don’t like. So, do me a favor: Accept that I’m living with Eric, your son, so I can be happy and live my life the way I want, or don’t call me anymore.” I hang up and feel drained after only talking to her for a few minutes.

I lay back on my bed and shake my head.

Maybe talking to her worked after all...

***

Later that night, Dean and his arsenal of noise is back. Except this time, he’s with a date. Again, a different girl than any of the previous times.

As I warm up my dinner in the kitchen, I watch the two of them cuddle next to each other on the couch.

I can tell she’s really into him, but I can’t get a vibe from him.

She’s constantly looking at him and batting her eyes, but the only move he’s made, is putting his arm around her shoulder. He hasn’t said too much either. She’s done most of the talking.

“I think it’s cool that you’re a cop,” she says. “I think that’s like, awesome, how you like, protect our streets.”

Ugh. Seriously?

I hold back a laugh and pour myself a glass of wine.

“Why aren’t you talking that much, Dean?” She runs her fingers through his hair. “You’re not normally this quiet.”

“Normally?” he asks, softly. “We’ve only been out twice.”

“I know, but you were talking nonstop for both of those dates. Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head, and she shrugs and turns up the TV.

I start to carry my plate and wine past them, and she clears her throat.

“I didn’t know you had a female roommate, Dean,” she says softly. “Are you friends with her?”

“No. She’s my roommate’s little sister.”

“Oh, okay cool. I mean, I wasn’t asking because I felt threatened or anything because I’m sure you would never date someone who wore painters’ pants and could stand to lose a few pounds. I was just asking.”

“If she’s your roommate’s friend and y’all are close, maybe you should buy her some clothes. I know a place you can go.”

I freeze, tempted to turn around and yell at her, but I simply count down from five.

“I need you to leave,” Dean says, making me turn around.

“What?” she asks, dumbfounded.

“I said I need you to leave.” He moves his arm from around her and stands up. “Now.”

“What did I do?”

“You talked shit about Mia.” His face is red and he looks completely upset. “I’m not going to have that.”

“You said you’re not even friends with her!” She crosses her arms. She doesn’t get up.

“Sarah, please don’t make me pick you up and carry you out.” His voice is harsher than I’ve ever heard. “Get the fuck out. Now.”

Her cheeks turn bright pink and she throws a glare my way before throwing him the finger. “Fuck you, Dean.”

“No longer interested in that, but thank you.” He walks over to the door and locks it once she’s out.

He returns to the couch and turns the channel.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say. “I wasn’t that offended.”

“You were, and I did.” He turns the TV off and stands up, as if he can’t bear to be in the same room with me anymore. “Old habits die hard, I guess...”