Chapter 18 #2
Unc walks back to his perch, limping slightly, but he covers it by making it seem like he’s checking the stock along the bar. Lemons, limes, napkins, ice . . .
They’re all good, Unc. You know I got you covered.
Somehow, I find myself sitting at a table with all the Tannen and Bennett women, a frozen Girly Beer in front of me, Olivia at my side and apparently off work for the evening.
Still in shock, I ask Olivia, “Has he ever done anything like this?”
“Hell no. It’s like Ebenezer Scrooge woke up and understood the meaning of Christmas or something.
But I’m not going to argue. Actually, what I’m going to do is shoot this beer, sneak out the back door, and go over to Hannah’s shop and surprise her.
If I’m off tonight—no offense to you ladies—but I’d rather spend the evening with my lady. ”
She’s challenging them too, the way she did me at first. But the whole group smiles, Shayanne encouraging her to ‘go getcha some.’
Rix tells Olivia, “If Hank says anything, you’re in the bathroom. If he questions it, we’ll say you got your period. Shuts men up every time.”
She’s an absolute evil genius and I love it.
Olivia shows her appreciation by swallowing her beer in one long gulp, waving goodbye, and skirting around the dance floor to disappear into the kitchen.
“You think she’s okay to drive?” I ask, suddenly realizing that though it was only one beer, she downed it quickly so it’ll hit her all at once.
Shayanne laughs. “One, she’s no lightweight. Two, Hannah’s shop is down the street so she’s probably walking over. And three, the way she opened up her throat and poured that beer down, that woman would probably give one mean blowjob.”
I blink in shock. So does everyone else. Silently.
“What? I’m just saying,” Shayanne replies with a shrug.
“You know how long it took me to not choke? Maybe I can ask her how she learned to do that?” She looks off toward the kitchen, and Sophie lays a staying hand on her arm.
“Right, not now. Probably not the best time. But later . . .” She trails off.
“Breathe through your nose,” Katelyn offers quietly, and all our heads swivel her way. She shrugs, but it starts another tidal wave of laughter.
“I cannot believe you just said that!” Allyson’s eyes are wide with shock.
Katelyn’s returning smile is coy and innocent.
“What about you?” Shayanne whirls on me, eyes boring into my soul.
I can feel the blood rush out of my face and know I must be as pale as a ghost. “Uh, what about me?”
She is not asking if I choke, surely not.
Right? Because that is not a conversation I’m having with Bobby’s family.
Scratch that, it’s not a conversation I’m having with anyone, period.
Privacy is a good thing, and as someone who picks and chooses what parts of my life I share, I recognize that more than most.
Shay realizes the direction of my thoughts and waves her hands spastically.
‘No, no, not like that. I mean ‘what about you?’ like ‘tell us about you.’ I wouldn’t go straight for sex life questions.
I save that stuff for meeting five, at least. Unless you’re feeling like there’s something you want to share with the class?
” She swirls her straw in her glass, one brow raised in question.
Every pair of eyes around the table weighs on me.
“No, uh . . . nope. I’m fine,” I stammer out.
“Don’t scare her,” Sophie whispers out of the side of her mouth to Shayanne.
“We’re supposed to make her want to stay, not run for the hills from the crazy hillbillies.
” To me, Sophie says, “I swear you get used to it. I’m a city girl too.
Used to be all designer clothes, mani-pedis, and nightclubs every weekend.
Now, ‘fancy’ means it hasn’t had cow shit or placenta on it, James painting my toes, and Hank’s.
” She looks around the bar, sounding wistful.
“Came here for a summer internship with Doc and never left. One day, when he retires—which he never will—I’ll take over the whole practice. I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
“That’s mostly because of James, though,” Katelyn says.
“How’d you two meet? Not to gossip, but I heard he used to be a professional bull rider?
” I ask. The grapevine works well around here, and I guess I don’t mind it so much when it’s not about me.
At dinner, they’d obviously been deeply in love, with each other and their little girl, but I didn’t exactly get everyone’s life story.
Sophie’s smile is wide and her eyes grow bright at the memory. “I delivered a colt at the ranch. He yelled at me and called me a bitch, and I hated him on sight and put him in his place. So your basic love at first sight story.”
All the girls smile a little.
Katelyn holds a hand up. “Mark and I were friends. Poor guy didn’t even know the meaning of the word. Literally.”
Shayanne pipes up, grinning. “Threw myself at Luke.”
I have no problem believing that. Shay is a see it, want it, get it sort.
Allyson adds, “Bruce and I were high school sweethearts. We broke up for a long time, but we got back to where we were supposed to be all along.” That sounds like a story if I’ve ever heard one.
“Fuck buddies who caught feelings,” Rix says on a sigh.
Last but not least, I say, “Saw each other from across a crowded room.”
Rix doesn’t leave it at that, though. “But you made him work hard for it. Good job, Willow.” She holds up a hand, and I high-five her, feeling like part of the group.
Actually, I don’t know that I’ve ever felt accepted like this.
A whole group of women who, from the outside looking in, don’t seem to have all that much in common.
Loud and brash, soft-spoken and sweet, sharp and witty—all so many different facets, but somehow, they’ve blended together into a family.
I’m barely on the edge of their group, but their warm welcome is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I was always the quiet, shy weirdo on the outskirts of what was going on, the one nobody noticed, the oddball.
But these women don’t care that I’m weird, or quiet, or sometimes still a bit awkward.
Come to think of it, nobody in Great Falls has made me feel like an outsider.
I’m sure some of that has to do with my relation to Unc, but even beyond that, they wave when I drive down Main Street, they greet me by name at the coffee shop, and they comment on the photos on my blog.
I think the largest demographic of my new followers is the people of Great Falls.
They’ve accepted me as one of their own.
My eyes burn hot with unshed tears, happy ones. But I blink them away and join back in on the conversation where the girls are talking about . . . stinky guys?
“I’m telling you, make a whole line marketed toward men.
Make it smell like wood campfires, pine trees, leather, and diesel.
Do one of your pun things with a goat logo saying, Don’t smell like goat ass.
I’d buy a Christmas basket for every guy I know.
” Rix leans back in the booth, and I see the toe of her black boot peek out where she’s got her feet propped up on the bench across from her.
She’s the picture of the cool, don’t fuck with me attitude. I’d love to take a picture, but my camera is at home. My brain still takes the frame. Click.
“Good idea, bad execution,” Katelyn corrects. “If you do a male line, don’t do anything crass. If it’s classy, I could use them as part of my bride and groom kits at the resort.”
The light over the table shines on her blonde hair and big, blue eyes giving her an All-American, Barbie doll look. Click.
I look around the table again. Each woman is so different and so beautiful in her own way.
“Uh, guys . . .”
My mouth opens before my brain can stop it, and everyone’s attention is on me. I almost say ‘never mind’ and forget about the stupid idea I just had. But somewhere inside, a tiny spark of ‘what if’ grows brighter.
“Can I ask you a crazy question?”
Shay snorts. “Considering we started the night by discussing blowjobs, I think we’ve made it quite clear that we’re up for anything.
Whatcha wanna know? I can’t exactly offer everything I know about Bobby, but if you were to ask, I could maybe .
. . blink once for yes and twice for no?
” Her smile says she thinks that’s brilliant.
“No, I . . . uh . . . this is going to sound weird, but . . .” I don’t know why this is hard for me to ask. I’ve done it before, but not with people who mattered this much.
“Spit it out,” Katelyn says, pointing a sharp finger at Shay that tells her ‘not now’ like she could read her mind.
“Can I photograph y’all? Not for the blog, but just because. Like portraits. It’s not my primary work, but I think it could be something really special.”
There’s a half-beat of silence where I think it’s the stupidest idea ever before they explode.
“Yes!”
“When?”
“Now!”
“Let’s go.”
“Where?”
I don’t even know who’s asking what, but somehow, I answer, “My place? We could go now and get some cool moonlight shots. And the cabin is cute, especially the kitchen. It’s cheery and vintage.”
Before I’m even done talking, they’re getting up, gathering their things, and shoving me toward the door. I manage to squirm my way over to Unc first.
“Thank you so much for tonight. I think I needed this, needed them.” It’s the truth, and though hard to admit, I hope he can see that needing others isn’t such a bad thing. It’s not a weakness, it’s simply human nature. I kiss him on his sandpapery, scratchy cheek, and he smiles.
“Go have some fun, Willow. I love you, girl.”
“I love you too,” I tell him. But I turn back once more before I leave. “At two, you get out of here. I’ll be in early to do tonight’s cleaning and tomorrow’s prep. Sit down, pull beers, and don’t overdo it.”
“Nah, I got it. Pretty sure I lost that bet anyway, so it’s my duty, fair and square.”