me frown at the dashboard with a shake of my head. Then I found myself asking,
“Are you going to?”
“Fuck no! You’re my girl, he can eat shit and die if he hurt you, which I am guessing he did.” I snorted a laugh and wiped the tears that had escaped with the back of my hand telling her,
“Yeah…he did.”
“Oh Smock, I am so sorry, honey. Men are shits, what can I say?” I scoffed at that and said,
“You can say that again.”
“Alright, men are shits, now you say it with me.” I laughed and did as she asked,
“Men are shits…you got that right.” I said lacking her enthusiasm for it and making her whisper,
“Oh, honey…do you wanna talk about it?” I sniffed back my tears and told her,
“Maybe one day but right now it’s just too painful, you know,” I told her and right in that moment I wished I was back there. I wished I was about to knock on her door, ready to throw myself in her arms and pour my heart out. But then again…
I wished for so many things.
“I understand, honey. I wish I didn’t but like I said, men are shits so what are you gonna do other than invest in a bat thing.” I snorted a laugh at this, smiling through my tears before she then asked,
“So, what can I do, you coming home, need a plane ticket, whatever you need, I’m your Trekkie.” I smiled, sniffing back the tears that threatened again, this time from the love I had for this woman…this wonderful friend of mine. As we may not have spoken much these last few weeks, what with all the craziness that was happening in my life, but it didn’t matter. Because this was what real friends were, the ones who were there for you no matter how much time had passed.
They weren’t the ones who got shitty with you for what you had or had not done. They understood the situation and gave you the space you needed, being ready at the first moment you needed it, surrounding you with their comfort. It made me long for my life back. It made me wish that I could just go home and camp out in my living room in my PJs with Kirky by my side making me laugh or holding me through my tears.
But I couldn’t.
Because right now, my life wasn’t my own. Lucius’ phone call to my best friend was proof enough of that. Besides, I still had a job to do. Which is what I told her,
“I can’t. I have something important I need to see through to the end before I can get my life back on track.”
“Alright, now I feel the need to say this just because if anything ever happened to you and I hadn’t, then I would never forgive myself…you know,” she said in a serious tone that told me she was worried.
“Yeah, I know.”
“So, here it is, the friend lecture part of the call.” I laughed and said,
“Okay, go for it.”
“This thing you need to do…is it dangerous?” I released a sigh before telling her,
“I am not going to lie to you because you’re my best friend, which is why I am telling you, that yes, it could be.”
“Smock…I don’t…” she started to say, and I could almost see her shaking her head, wondering if her 50’s pinned barrel curls were lasting through it. So, I cut her off,
“Okay, so before you say anything, there is something I need you to know about me.”
“Which is?” she asked in a naturally suspicious tone. I took a deep breath and told her,
“I am kick ass.” She burst out laughing and said,
“Yeah right, pull the other one,” she said referring to her leg, one that was most likely attached to some quirky mad shoe of hers.
“No, I am serious and shit you not, my friend. I am a total bad ass, I said trying again.
“Seriously, this coming from the girl who makes painting her toenails look dangerous?” I laughed and I had to say, it felt damn good.
“Oi, I said I was bad ass not a gazelle…besides, as it turns out, you can totally beat the crap out of guys and still be clumsy enough to trip over standing still.”
“Ha, who knew,” she replied before adding,
“So, being serious for a moment, exactly how bad ass are we talking here, like John McLane or John Wick?”
“I would like to lean further towards the Wick but without his extensive