CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT COEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
COEN
I lay awake for a long time that night. Partly because my brain won’t shut off, partly because Sabrina’s bed is tiny, and we’re both jammed into the dip at the center. I don’t mind. She’s nestled up against me, tucked beneath my arm. Distantly, I hear the cattle low.
I said some pretty harsh things to Bill.
He went in on me, and I looked him dead in the eye and said, “You need to back the fuck off Sabrina.” He went in again, and I took the kill shot.
“I’m not the one who hurt her.”
He was quiet for a while after that. Then, he was ready to listen.
Rolling to my back, I shift Sabrina in my arms and lay her head on my chest. She mumbles and stirs but doesn’t wake.
Overhead, glow in the dark stars glimmer.
This house hasn’t been updated in a long time.
I’d like to write a blank check for Sabrina so she can make it just the way she likes, if that’s what she wants. But first, we need some time together.
I’m going to take a real break. Jamie and I talked about it on the front lawn. He agreed it was the best thing.
I told him he should take one too, and to my surprise, he said he’d think about it.
Then, we had a smoke and went back inside.