Chapter 5
chapter
five
Flynn
ME: I think I’m in trouble.
CRUZ: Ask me if I’m surprised.
ME: Yeah, yeah. Can you just hit me with some of your wise old man advice?
CRUZ: Ouch. I’m only forty. You act like I’m the crypt keeper over here.
ME: Sorry.
CRUZ: I’m assuming you want to know what to do about the fact that you’re in love with your wife.
ME: Whoa. Did not say love.
ME: Do I want to fuck her? Yes. And often.
ME: But love? Seems unlikely.
ME: I knew her growing up because she’s Daisy’s best friend. But we don’t really know one another as adults.
CRUZ: And you want to know her in the Biblical sense. I get it.
ME: I’m bringing her to the festival tomorrow. It’s going to be our practice evening of behaving like a real couple before we have to go to her grandmother’s birthday party.
CRUZ: Her grandmother who is dying? That one?”
ME: Don’t try to make sense of the wealthy elite from Houston. They’re a whole different breed of Texan.
CRUZ: So this weekend will be what tells you how to proceed.
ME: Meaning?
CRUZ: Meaning you’ll know one way or another if you just want to do the naked hokey pokey with her or if you want to wife her up.
CRUZ: Again.
CRUZ: For real.
CRUZ: Whatever.