Like my sanity.
“No, yeah, yeah, it’s good.” Nick nodded, still holding the console. “Very, uh, what’s the word I’m looking for?”
“Never mind my furniture, okay? Just hook up the console.” I was enraged, but not at him. At me. At my pride. My stubbornness. My bloody ego. “Better yet, leave it there. I’ll set it up. It’s not like I haven’t done it before.”
There was slight show of annoyance on his perfect face, but he set the console down on the floor by the TV and walked over to his son. “Can I get a hug?” he asked, bending down to Spencer. While they hugged and said their goodbyes, I waited, frozen, trapped within myself. He was going to leave.
“Okay, so, Mona’s gonna pick him up on Sunday afternoon…” Nick was by the front door, looking at me with intense, fiery blue eyes. “Can I talk to you? Just for a second? Please?”
Oh, I hesitate to tell you the rest, Bump.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s hook the PlayStation up.”