Page 178 of A Lick and A Promise
Oh shit.
Should I ask her to go?
She wasn’t an Angel.
Furthermore, how would she feel about breaking bread with a bona fide gangster?
“The girls and I are going to a restaurant owned by the Russian mob,” I informed her. “Wanna come?”
Total silence.
So I called again, “Dream?”
“No shade, sister, but on that, I’ll pass.”
I was relieved, but not in the way I would have been two weeks ago.
“Chill out about Byron. Let it happen,” I instructed.
“Whatever.”
“And remember to call me if you need me to swing by the post office.”
“That’s part of what Byron and I are going to do tomorrow night. He’s interested in my Etsy business. We’re going to pack orders, and he said he’d take them with him and drop them at the PO the next morning.”
Go, Byron!
“Babe, this dude really sounds like a keeper.”
“We’ll see,” she hedged.
As Dream would say, whatever.
“You good?” I asked.
It took her several very long seconds before she said, “Thanks for making the effort with this, Luna.”
“You missed it, Dream. I didn’t. You did. I showed at my lowest, and you looked after me. Albeit you served me vegan cheese during that time, but that was the only part where you fell down on the job.”
“Shut up.” She said those words, but were my ears deceiving me? Did it sound like she was kinda laughing?
I didn’t ask.
I said, “Have fun tomorrow night. I want another progress report on Thursday.”
“Will do.”
“Dream?”
“What?”
“I love you, you know.”
Another very long several seconds before she said, “I know. Same.”
Same.
Not a blood pact chockful of loyalty and sisterhood.
