Page 21 of Don't Go
“I had dinner.”
“Then why do you want chicken nuggets?”
“Because I want chicken nuggets.”
“Baby. Baby, ask Mrs. Park. I’ll be home at one. I love you. I love you. Eat the chicken nuggets if Mrs. Park says yes. Don’t if she says no. Good night.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
“I love you, baby.”
I hung up. I leaned my whole back against the wall and slid down it half an inch.That child is going to give me a heart attack before her heart gives her one. I deserve a medal. I deserve a parade. I deserve a chicken nugget myself.
I came back through the swinging door.
The first thing I noticed was Beau. The second thing I noticed was that Beau was no longer the man I’d left.
He was leaning on the bar at a crooked angle that seemed to defy physics. He had a drink in front of him I hadn’t made. There were four empty glasses lined up in front of him I had also not made. His eyes were almost closed. He was smiling at the bar.
I turned to Kit.
Kit was at the speed rail with his back to me, doing absolutely nothing as obviously as he could.
I smacked his shoulder.
“Kit.”
“Yeah.”
“What did you do?”
“He asked nicely.”
“Kit.”
“He kept asking.”
“Kit.”
“I cut him off after the fifth one, in my defense.”
“The fifth one?”
"He askednicely, Sabrina."
I turned back to Beau.
He was lifting his head, very slowly, like the head was heavier than he'd budgeted for. He squinted at me.
"Sabrina."
"Mmm…"
"Sabrina."
"I'm here."
"On the phone."
