Page 79 of Love Undecided
She sits down next to me on the couch and pulls me into a hug, my head resting against her chest while she strokes my hair.
“First, everyone hates the girl that wears a sweater set and capris. And by everyone, I mean absolutely everyone. So, you don’t want to be her anyway. Second, you take whatever you need whenever you need it, beautiful girl, and if there’s something you need that I can give you, you tell me.
“Otherwise, I’m just going to guess at what you need. Like right now, I’m going to go call in sick to work tomorrow, open this bottle of wine, and then join you on the couch. We’ll eat Chinese, line up additional movies, open more wine, and make an overnight of it.”
“I’m not good company right now, Remi,” I tell her.
“Well, that works, 'cause I’m not looking for good company, I’m just looking to sit on your couch, get really drunk, and watch movies. With little to no interaction. Except maybe pass me another eggroll or pause the movie so I can go pee.”
I smile up at her gratefully,
“I’m lucky to have you Rem,” I say. “And your boobs make really good pillows.”
She laughs. “Ditto, mama. Ditto a thousand times, on both counts. Be right back.”
She’s back on the couch in a matter of minutes, having commandeered a wine glass for herself. She fills her glass, refills mine, grabs a handful of gummy bears, presses play on the remote and settles herself in for the remainder of the movie. By the time our third tear-jerker movie ends, we’ve conquered our own body weight in gummy bears and Chinese food, two bottles of wine, and an entire box of tissues.
