I called Cam and Tracy, found that they both could make a five twenty come to a meeting of the minds about Cabe “Hawk” Delgado. I gave them directions to the lair and a head’s up about the Elvira addition and then I sipped more coffee.
Then, because I could be a girlie idiot, I flipped my phone open just to see Hawk’s numbers on my contact list. As I was scrolling down, the bar highlighted “Ginger”.
I stared at my sister’s name. Then I thought about the fact that the best case scenario was my sister going into the witness protection program and I avoided any thoughts of the worst case scenario because they threatened to give me hives.
Then I got a wild hair, hit go and put it to my ear.
“What?” she answered.
Holy crap. She answered!
“Ginger? It’s Gwen.”
“I know, bitch.”
Okay, maybe I didn’t care that my sister might disappear into the witness protection program.
The problem was, I cared about the possible worst case scenarios.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“What do you care?”
“Ginger –”
“Listen, got shit to do. Don’t waste my time callin’ and pretended you give a shit, okay?”
“I do give a shit,” I replied.
“Right.”
Sarcasm.
Welp, guess that meant that Ginger’s serious trouble didn’t make Ginger reflect on her way of life and familial relationships. Why was I not surprised?
“Yes, right Ginger. Listen to me, I know we’re never going to be tight, you don’t drink cosmos and I don’t do acid trips, but you’re my sister, I’ve been living a taste of your problems and I’m worried. You might not believe me but that’s the real deal. I’m worried, Dad’s worried and Meredith is worried.”
“None of you were worried the other night when I needed a f**kin’ shower,” she retorted.
“That was before the firebombs and drive-bys.”
Silence.
“Maybe I can do something for you,” I offered softly into the silence.
“Oh yeah, right, now you’re willin’ to do somethin’ for me. All these years, you treat me like a piece of shit. Your livin’ room gets blown to shit, you wake up. Is that it?”
“All these years I didn’t treat you like a piece of shit,” I denied and I did this because it was damn well true.
“Unh-hunh.” More sarcasm.
Now I was getting mad.
“Unh-hunh,” I repeated. “I don’t know what it is with you but if you have time to process this, we will. See, I didn’t cut the hair off your Barbies. I didn’t steal your shit to buy drugs. I didn’t put my hand down your boyfriends’ pants. And I didn’t f**k your husband.”
“I knew you’d eventually throw that in my face,” she returned.
Was she for real?