Page 92 of Eleanor & Grey
“Plus, there’s a thing called a dry cleaner,” I said.
“I don’t have time to deal with this or you.”
“Why are you being so rude?” I asked.
“Why are you so clumsy?” he responded, pushing past me. He rounded the corner, leaving me there, stunned.
“Way to act like an asshole, Grey,” I muttered to myself, shaken by Greyson’s unnecessary attitude. Sure, I spilled coffee on his ridiculously priced suit and tie, but there was no need to be nasty about it.
Mistakes happened.
“What’s an asshole?” a small voice asked.
I turned around to see Lorelai yawning with her butterfly wings on, rubbing the tiredness from her eyes.
“Oh, nothing, Lorelai. I said askhole. It’s like a person who asks a lot of questions,” I quickly stated, trying to cover up my mistakes.
“My dad is an askhole?” she wondered, herKstill sounding quite a bit like anS.
Great.
“Well, no, I mean... well what I meant was—”
Before I could remedy my actions, Lorelai went marching off, speaking loudly. “Daddy! Daddy! Did you know you’re an askhole?! You’re such an askhole, Dad!”
* * *
That evening I wasn’t at all surprised when I opened my email and saw one letter from Greyson in my inbox.
FROM: [email protected]
DATE: March8, 7:34 PM
SUBJECT: Really?
Eleanor,
Askhole.
Really?
Strike two.
Warm regards,
Mr.East
I closed my laptop and slightly shrugged my shoulders.
Well, OK. I guess I kind of deserved that one. But still, I got a strike for sayingaskholeand not one for his daughter missing weeks of school. I was starting to think this strike system was flawed.
I went about the rest of my Friday evening doing what I did best—I tried to call my father, and when he didn’t answer, I went back to reading. Shay was locked away in her bedroom working on her next screenplay for the remainder of the night.Us gals really knew how to have wild weekends, that was for sure.
I sat on the living room couch reading my novel late into the night, and around midnight, my phone dinged.
I picked it up to see a new email.
