The Other Marlowe Girl (Marlowe Girls) by Fred Beth

Author:Fred, Beth [Fred, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Published: 2013-04-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Back at my sister’s, Enrique walked in with me. I knew then he would sell me out.

“Luke, I need to talk to you,” he said.

I shot him a glare.

“Okay?” Luke said.

Enrique’s eyes trailed from Luke to where Tiffany sat beside him holding the baby. “Alone,” he said quietly.

Tiffany stood up, holding Lucí in her arms. “I’ll just go put the baby to bed.”

I glared at Enrique one more time. “I hate you,” I muttered. I looked at Tiffany. “I’ll help with Lucí.”

But the “I hate you” I threw at Enrique must have been louder than I thought, because Luke looked from Enrique to where I trudged toward Tiffany, then back to Enrique and said, “Already?”

“Definitely,” I confirmed.

“Kammy—” Enrique started.

“What?” I cut him off.

“You’re beautiful.” He gave me a smile that made me want to melt, but I couldn’t care because I had begged him not to do this.

“Gee, I’ve never heard that before. Wow! Mr. Hernandez, you are so creative!”

Tiffany laughed and turned to look at me. “This is better than primetime. Come on. You can tell me about it.”

“There is nothing to tell.”

As we headed up the stairs I heard Luke say, “I know a good florist.”

“What happened?” Tiffany asked.

“Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” She sat Lucí down on her changing mat and started pulling her sleep sack on over her onesie.

“Pretty sure.” I leaned against the wall while Tiffany sat down in her rocking chair.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“I know.”

“Well, he must have done something. You’re obviously upset.”

I sighed. “It’s not his fault. It’s my fault as usual. I just don’t know why he couldn’t let me handle it.”

“What happened?”

“Tiffany, I’m not talking about it.” My voice was sharper than I meant for it to be, and I instantly regretted it.

Anger flashed across her face for a second, and then it was gone. “Are you still screwing things up and expecting other people to take care of them?”

Now I was angry. “No. I asked him to let me take care of it. That’s what I’m mad about.” I kissed Lucí on the head and left the room, calling “goodnight” to Tiffany on the way out.

The next morning when I went downstairs, Tiffany was putting waffles on the table. “Can I ride to work with you?” I asked Tiffany.

Luke looked up over his paper, tracing his eyes from me to her.

“Sure,” my sister answered.

“Where is Enrique’s BMW?” Luke asked.

I sighed. “I got rear-ended.” No need to point out unnecessary details. I had no idea what Enrique had or hadn’t told him.

Tiffany laughed. “You’re fighting over the car?”

“How about I drive you both today?” Luke asked before I could answer.

“Why?” Tiffany asked.

“I was taking you today anyhow. I’ll just take you both.”

“Were you planning to tell me about this?”

“We don’t spend much time together these days. I miss you.”

“Uh-huh. Luke, you wouldn’t be lying to me, would you?”

He was quiet for a minute. “If I am, I have a good reason that involves no culpability on my part, so

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