Chapter 57

Bob-Gunnar made to escort me, but I stopped him with a kiss on the cheek. “You’re sweet,” I said, “but I need to talk to her alone. Stay with the fellas. Please fix me another cup of coffee. I’m gonna need it. You got any brandy?”

He laughed. “I’ll find something.”

I swung through the screen door and let it slam. Bitsy was wobbling across Bob-Gunnar’s yard towards the creek, and I set out after her, barefoot and wrapped in a sheet. It seemed like everybody else knew where my shorts had gotten to. I should have asked someone to tell me. At least it was June in Iowa—not even ten in the morning and already blazing hot.

I caught up to her by the bank of Cold Creek, and she was more or less forced to stop. “Bitsy,” I started. “Everything’s okay. Thumper and I have an open relationship. I knew all about Thumper and Mikey,” I told her. It was technically true, even if I hadn’t known there was anything to know until about ten minutes ago.