Page 59 of Connectio
“You agreeing to go out with Will.”
I laugh. “Ha! I can’t believe you lasted the entire car ride home before asking me this.”
“I was hoping you’d just tell me.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
The skittering rumble of Sasha’s paws on the wood flooring as she rounds the corner into the entry hallway prepares us for her imminent presence. I’m confident Carly will catch her, when instead, she steps aside at the last second and allows Sasha to nearly barrel me over.
“Don’t give me that bullshit. There’s always something to tell.”
“Fine. He’s asked me a couple of times.”
“And you didn’t think to tell me this?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“It is so my business.” She steps into our house and pats her knees. “Come on, Sashy. Who wants a treat?”
Sasha follows Carly, jumping up every other step. I get to my feet, close the door behind me, and follow them into the kitchen.
“What is that?” Carly screeches and points to a part of the room I can’t yet see.
I almost afraid to completely step into the room.
“Nooo!” Carly plunges her face into her hands then covers her nose with the sleeve of her top. “You shit outside, Sasha. That’s why I got you a damn doggy door.”
“Did you unlock said doggy door?”
“Of course I di— Wait.” She pushes on the door flap, and it doesn’t swing. “Shit! I didn’t. Damn it!”
Walking into the room, the unmistakeable waft of dog poo assaults my nostrils. “Jesus! It’s fresh.”
Carly dry retches. “It’s foul.”
“It’s… on my flip-flops!”
“Yeeeah.” She shrugs. “Sorry. Forgot to mention that part.”
“Carly! Why are my flip-flops even in this room?”
“I borrowed them.”
“Did you not think to put them back?”
“I was going to, but then… but then you rang and asked me to pick you and Will up from the hospital. And being the kick-arse friend that I am, I dropped everything and came to your aid, so you can’t be mad at me.”
“I sure as fuck can be mad at you.” I point to the shit-piled flip-flop stack. “Look at them! They’re covered.”
“It’ll wash off.”
“Wash off?”
“Yeah.” She grabs my cardigan, which is lying on the dining table and not in my wardrobe where I left it.
I step toward her. “Why is that in here too? And… and what are you going to do with it?”
She ties it around her head. “I’m using it for protection.”
