The words were a suggestion, the way he said them was not.
“Do you know who Yoko Ono is?”
He didn’t answer.
I figured everyone knew who Yoko Ono was so I just forged ahead. “Well, see, The Beatles had this thing, no women in the –”
“I know about The Beatles,” Vance cut in.
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“You like them? Their music, that is.”
I asked because I was curious. Everything with Vance had been so intense, it felt like it had been years and it’d only been a week. I had a lot to learn and I figured no better time than the present.
And anyway, I loved The Beatles. If he didn’t like them that would suck. If he was in the house what would I do when I was in a Sgt. Pepper’s mood?
“For Christ’s sake, Jules, get to the point.”
Yikes.
Maybe now was not the time for a “getting-to-know-you” conversation.
“Well, if you know about The Beatles and Yoko Ono then you get it.”
“No.”
“I don’t want to be the woman who breaks up the band.”
Again silence.
“Luke gets it. I think he’ll be cool,” I went on.
He still didn’t speak.
“I really want to do a ride-along. I think I could learn a lot.”
More silence.
“Vance, you have to trust me,” I said quietly.
A beat more of silence then I heard a sigh. “Come back for dinner. When you’re done with Luke, I’ll be at the cabin.”
For a second I didn’t breathe. Then my mind shouted, Yay!
He trusted me.
And I was getting a ride-along. And I was getting to go back to the cabin.
“You have to leave the door open,” I told him.
“I always leave the door open. Do you know how to get there?”
Hell yes, I’d memorized it even though I thought we were breaking up.
I wasn’t going to tell him that.