Do Me, Do My Roots by Eileen Rendahl

Author:Eileen Rendahl [Rendahl, Eileen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eileen Rendahl
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

There’s Nothing in Life that Can’t be Made Better

by Having a Little Too Much Laundry to Fold.

I’m sure they did something to their hair, but how the hell should I know how it turned out?

“What’s with the dark glasses?” I asked Leah when she walked in with her hair swept back in a clip and dark glasses on at five o’clock on a winter afternoon. We barely get enough sun in Seattle in the summer to warrant dark glasses.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.” She took off the glasses. She looked like hell. If the circles under her eyes got any darker, someone was going to think she had been abused.

“Hot date with Joe?” Claudia asked, unpacking the bag.

She shook her head. “Joe’s history.”

“Really? Why?”

Leah shrugged. “After Thanksgiving he told me that my family made his eye twitch.”

“So why the dark circles?” I prodded.

“I haven’t been sleeping much lately.” She collapsed down into a chair.

Claudia tossed her an extra large T-shirt with an exceptionally sicky sweet picture of a kitten on the front. Before Leah started wearing it for root night, it had just been icky. Now with smears of Titian Red and Apricot Glaze, it had a vaguely macabre look to it that we all liked much better.

“And I saw him again,” Leah said quietly.

“You did what? Claudia said at the same time that I said, “Saw who?”

The crostini with sun-dried tomatoes and goat cheese was half way to my mouth when I felt their eyes on me. Oops. Imbecilic baby sister time again. I blinked a few times and then it came to me. “You mean Chase?”

Leah nodded.

“That’s great!” I said.

Claudia glared. “No, it’s not!”

I crammed the crostini into my mouth, washed it down with a sip of Chianti (it was Italian night!), wiped my hands on my jeans and decided to forgo the judgment call. It didn’t really matter whether Claudia and I thought it was great or thought it was a disaster and arguing about it didn’t make much sense to me at the moment. “How’d it happen?”

Leah sighed and rearranged herself in the chair. “Boredom, I guess.”

I blinked a few times more. “I get bored all the time and it never leads to sex with hot club musicians. In fact, I was bored last night, too, and didn’t get to have sex with anybody at all.” I stopped to remember what I had done the night before. “I folded laundry.”

Claudia looked over at me. “Me, too. You should have called. We could have done it together. We could have rented a movie or something.”

“Only if you’d been willing to come to my place,” I said. “Abby needed to get to bed on time and I had piles and piles to fold.”

“You don’t know piles of laundry until you have two boys both involved in sports at the same time,” Claudia scoffed.

Leah sighed even more deeply. Then one more time. Soon she’d heave a lung out onto the floor.

I figured I’d better save her from expelling important organs.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.