Page 114 of Marley
“I know this is easy for me to say, Mac, but you just gotta give her time. You know what George is like. She deals with things a bit different than the rest of us. She shuts everyone out until she’s ready to face things again. It’s how she was when you two broke up. Just give her time, but keep reminding her that you’re there for her as soon as she’s ready to move forward.”
He’s poured us both another drink. “I just... I miss her. I miss her company. I miss our chats when we go to bed, I miss waking up with her. I miss her shit all over the bathroom and listening to her sing in the shower. I even miss her crap cooking.”
“Nah, I’m not having that. George is the only person I know that can burn a salad.” I tried some humour. My sister could hold a tune, no problem, but could not cook for shit.
“I just miss human contact.”
I talk to Ash the next day and she tells me that she’ll have a chat with Jimmie and arrange a girl’s night out and try and work out what’s going on with George.
When Maca and G split up when we were younger, I was clueless to what he was going through. I had no concept of love and the emotions involved. Back then, I could see no further than the next orifice to fill. Now it was different. Now I totally understood. Ash was my world and I fully understood where he was coming from.
Two nights later, I went from wanting to help my brother-in-law out, to wanting to throttle the fucker.
We had a break from recording so I’d spent the day with Ash and the kids, just doing normal things. I’d taken them to school and because it had snowed, we’d built a snowman after I’d picked them up. I’d let them toast marshmallows in front of our open fire and they’d eaten them as they drank their Ovaltine before I tucked them into bed.
Ash had gone over to Jim’s for dinner with George the night before, but had nothing to report. George had repeatedly stated that she was fine, and remained pretty much silent other than that. I decided to drive over to Maca’s to see how he was doing, picking up a bottle of whiskey on the way.
Because the house was behind key coded security gates, despite being in London, the front door was never locked, which is a shame, really.
I stood in silence for a few seconds, my brain trying to process what was going on.
Maca was leaning with his back against the marble bench top, arms spread wide, his knuckles white as he gripped the edges. His head was tilted towards the ceiling with his eyes squeezed shut.
His shirt was unbuttoned, as was the top button of his jeans.
Carla was kissing down his chest as she stroked her fingers over his abbs.
If I’d had a gun, I would’ve shot them both. Extreme, I know, but that’s how pissed off I was with the pair of them—him for being such a fucking idiot, her for being so devious as to attack while he was weak and vulnerable.
Yeah, I know it takes two and all that, but they were inhishouse. She’d obviously come to him. Not that that made him any less to blame, but she should’ve stayed the fuck away.
I watched in silence as Carla attempted to slide her hand inside Maca’s trousers. I held my breath, I swear even my heart stopped beating as I hoped and prayed that he would do the right thing.
Without even looking down, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her hand moving any lower. Carla stared down at his hand around her wrist for a few moments and I decided then would be a good time to make my presence known.
To this day I can’t believe how calm I managed to make my voice sound when I spoke.
“I’m just gonna leave this bottle on the table here. I think it’ll help with the guilt later, Mac, when you wake the fuck up to yourself and realise that you’ve just made the second biggest mistake of your life.”
I stood and waited for their reactions.
Carla turned and smiled at me. Maca started to cry.
“Get out.” I told her. “Get the fuck out and do noteverset foot near him, us, or our band again.”
She stood up straight and walked towards me.
“Your sisters a cunt. She won him back once, but I’m fighting to keep him this time.”
“My sister might be a cunt, but don’t ever underestimate what those two have between them, sweetheart.” I gritted my teeth as I spoke.
“If what they have is so fucking special, then what’s this? What was that we were just doing?” She snarled like a rabid fucking dog.
“That, like I said, was the second biggest mistake of his life.” I nodded my head to where Maca was still standing. His shoulders shook as he cried, his jeans and shirt still open.
“See, you’re so inconsequential, sweetheart, that you don’t even take the top spot for fuck ups. If the number one spot didn’t finish them, then you sure as shit won’t. Now move along.”
She stared at me for a few seconds. “Oh,” I added, “if word of this is ever repeated, I’ll know, and I’ll make sure that youneverfind work in this industry again. Now FUCK.OFF!”
