Phil says once we’re in, she won’t say no.
She never does.
Ezoic
I stood in my kitchen.
Ezoic
At 4:48 in the morning.
Holding my mother’s phone.
Haven’t told her yet.
Told me what?
I put the phone back.
Face-down. Exactly where it was.
I went back upstairs.
I sat on the edge of my bed.
I looked at the moonlight on the floor.
She never does.
At 4:58, Melissa’s fist hit my bedroom door.
“Coffee! Eggs! Toast! And make enough for everyone!”
I looked at the clock on my nightstand.
4:59.
I almost smiled.
I went downstairs.
At 5:02, Melissa appeared in the kitchen.
Wearing my robe.
My cream-colored silk robe. From a boutique in Charleston. Monogrammed on the pocket in navy thread. M.R. My business partner’s wife gave it to me the day we closed the sale. It cost eight hundred dollars.
Melissa had found it hanging on the back of the guest suite bathroom door. Where I’d left it after my last shower in that room. She’d put it on over her pajamas.
