Wounded by Amy Lane

Author:Amy Lane [Lane, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-05-13T08:47:00+00:00

You can't jail sunshine

It was Monday evening, and Green wasn't back yet. I was now up for six hours at a stretch without a nap, Grace had taught me how to knit, Bracken had bought every DVD under the sun for my viewing pleasure, Andres had me hooked on classical music, Renny and I had perfected Scrabble, Chess, and Monopoly, and I was going out of my mind with boredom.

I sat in bed, dressed in sweats and one of Bracken's well laundered, purple Kings T-shirts, knitting a scarf for Green in, well, brown and green, and nagging Bracken senseless.

"Please,” I said hopefully.

"No.”

"Please?”

"No.”

"Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee!!!!”

"Yes. Wait…No.”

I smacked him upside the head with the hand not maintaining a tenuous and deadly grip on the knitting yarn. "Don't be an asshole," I snapped. "You know, I can play the 'please' game until you're ready to strangle me—why not give in?”

Bracken looked up from the historical romance novel I'd begged him to go out and buy and then finished in an hour and a half. There were stacks of them in the apartment, and to our amusement, Andres and Brack were always on the list to read the next one after Renny, Grace and I. "Because I can play the 'no' game for just as long, and I'm right and you're not. So there.”

"You are not right!" I squeaked. "C'mon, Bracken—it's 4:30 in the afternoon in December—the birds are in, the vampires are out, and I can't think of a safer time for us to go outside! Andres will come with us—we can go shopping somewhere really touristy and fun like Ghirardelli or the San Francisco Mall—I don't have any of my Christmas shopping done, how am I supposed to get you something?”

"You could make me a scarf,” he said mildly, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

"How do you know this isn't for you?" I asked, and he merely rolled his eyes. I had, in fact, ordered (with Grace's help) some really snazzy dark purple yarn, with sparkles, and white yarn to match, and was hoping to make him a really awesome scarf in the color of his beloved basketball team, but I wouldn't tell him that, not even to soothe what appeared to be ruffled feelings. "Cooommmmmeee oooooonnnnn!!!" I wailed, and, in spite of his gimlet eye, I put down my knitting and got up and paced around the room.

Renny wandered in and noted with slitted-eyes that Bracken was reading the book that it was her turn to read. She smacked him on the back of the head and snagged the book, and before they could have a showdown I appealed to her sense of reason.

"Renny, we've got to get out of here!" I said, desperate. "You and Bracken are fighting over The Cowboys Bride, Andres has me humming March Slav and if Grace gets another crack at me, I'm going to figure out the difference between intarsia knitting and Fair Isle, and I'm not ready to be that good! Let's go shopping!

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