The Terranauts by T.C. Boyle

Author:T.C. Boyle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2016-09-21T04:00:00+00:00

Linda Ryu

Have I got news! News that makes everything else look sick by comparison. It makes me want to vomit, actually, but it lights me up too, because if Dawn’s been cutting me loose, transitioning from best friend to frenemy, then this just goes to reaffirm what I’ve said all along: it should have been me in there, not her. Talk about judgment, why don’t you? Talk about misplaced priorities and sheer, I don’t know, randomness, or maybe desperation, maybe that’s it. Here’s the bomb she dropped on me not two days after our fight on Christmas: she had sex with Ramsay. Admitted it right to my face. Worse, she just about crowed over it, as if this was what she’d wanted all along. Ramsay. Not T.T. or Gyro, who’s been mooning after her for months, or even Richard, who at least has character even if he is older, but the one shitheel any woman with any sense would have steered clear of, though I have to admit Johnny isn’t a whole lot better. But Johnny isn’t glassed-in with her and Ramsay is. Mr. Vodge Ramsay Roothoorp, resident cancer.

It’s like this: we’re at the glass, late afternoon, my post-Christmas hangover nothing more than a cellular memory at this juncture, and I’m feeling more upbeat than I have in a while. For one thing, I’m looking forward to driving into Tucson later with Gavin and two of the other newbies—for a showing of the live-action remake of The Jungle Book, and if they’re taking advantage of me because I have a car and they don’t, I am totally on board with that. The blessing is that Tricia won’t be tagging along. Or Ellen Shapiro either. G.C. granted them both one-week leaves to go home, Tricia to Miami and Ellen to wherever she comes from in Idaho.

The other thing is G.C. He took me aside at the Christmas party, gave me an audience, that is, and if he was staring at my tits as much as my face, I didn’t really mind, though when I told Dawn she said, “That’s creepy,” and I had to admit I agreed with her. Creepy squared, really. But he told me how much he appreciated what I’d been doing for the team, the hours I was putting in, the sensitive issues I’d handled (Gretchen, Gyro, eyeballing the video cameras) and how he felt I was all but a lock for Mission Three. That was music to my ears, I tell you, justification from the lips of God Himself, and I could have listened to it all night, but then Judy—Judas—saw us together in the corner, where G.C. had balanced himself on the arm of the chair I’d more or less fallen into, a flute of champagne in one hand and his beard in full flow, and she came over to clamp her claws on his bare forearm and deliver him up to the more noteworthy guests (the same nip-and-tuck B-list celebrities and minor millionaires and their puffed-up fur-bearing wives who’d attended the closure ceremony and were back in attendance now).

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