Page 39 of Marcus in Retrograde
Pollux barked at the wall all night.
Tuesday was Indian. Hours and hours about how bad the lastSupermanmovie was despite the absolute gorgeous nature of Henry Cavill.
Pollux was still barking at the wall.
Wednesday was German. I had no idea there was a take out German place nearby, but the brats were to die for, and no one had ever turned down kartofflepuffers. We picked up on a bad superheroes movies in the 90s and lamented the loss of good quality bad movies likeMeteor Man. I also missed campyBatman, but only a little.
Pollux, still on a mission to make the wall his bitch, barked all night long.
Thursday night, he brought Mexican from the little place near his office that he hadn’t been able to get off his mind for two weeks. We talked about the stupidity it took to allow some random person access to the internal files of a business.
“I mean, it’s all solved now, and poor Hardy feels just effing awful,” he said, gesturing with a burrito. “Jerry just cannot find someone who can help him catch up on years, and I meanyearsof backlog on updates and organization. I don’t know why Hardy didn’t say something.”
“Saying something is a hallmark of our generation,” I said. “We were never brushed off when we asked for help. Older generations were taught to suffer through.” I pulled my empanada in two pieces to let it cool a bit more. “My grandfather used to refuse to take his Ultram because he swore the doctor had told him it was better to suffer through the pain. Meanwhile, you and I both know suffering through is utter shit medical advice. Medicine exists to help us get through things like pain and help us breathe.”
“Which is why we ask for help. We don’t have to be these masculine macho badasses anymore.”
I huffed. “Speak for yourself. I’m a masculine macho badass every day.”
“Uh…”
“Oh fuck off, I look good in lavender.”
“You do.” He nodded.
Huh… Moving on…
“If you know anyone who is looking for an IT position with good benefits and a nice boss who won’t fire their ass for a major fuck up, send them my way. Hardy is close to breaking.” Marcus shrugged.
I sat up from the cushions. “Actually, I might. He’s trying to get his life back together after some shit, and I think that he might be perfect. He needs to not be around people much, but he’s amazing at IT.”
“Do it! Give him my number and get me his resume!” Marcus fist pumped, and laughed. “Hardy will be so grateful for any kind of help. No one realized how overwhelmed the poor guy was.”
I smiled. “Raph is a good guy, and his brothers are worried about him. If we can get him back into the—”
“Ssh!” Marcus snapped, putting a finger to my lips.
Lightning shot through me from the tip of his finger through my entire body.
His eyes snapped to mine.
He felt it too.
“…mrow…”
Pollux jumped up on the couch and started barking at the wall.
“Pollux, hush!” I said, and pushed him down off the couch.
“…mrow…”
Marcus and I stared at each other.
“Is that a cat?” I breathed.
“I think it’s a kitten.” His voice was hushed.
“…mrow…”
