#SandyBottom by Alexi Venice

Author:Alexi Venice [Venice, Alexi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781456633936
Publisher: eBookIt.com
Published: 2019-11-01T04:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Sandy Lake

Monday

Her knees pulled to her chest, Jen sat wrapped in a soft quilt, cradling a cup of coffee on the lakeside screen porch. The rising sun shimmered off the lake, warming the fresh, damp air. Enjoying her quiet time alone, she thought about Amanda’s random text the day prior and pulled it up on her phone. I channeled my inner Jen today and went for a run on the beach. I can see why you run, and, more importantly, I understand why you ran. I would love to run with you someday.

Duh, Jen wanted to text back, I run because I seek balance in my life, but I ran from you because you’re a philandering cheat. Asshat.

Jen’s scorned view was chillingly accurate—Amanda was sexually profligate and couldn’t be trusted to be loyal. It was now public information. Jen resented the hell out of the fact that she loved Amanda. Truly. Deeply. Purely. Naively. Fuck. Only a fool would remain with a partner so selfish and reckless. Jen considered replying to Amanda’s text with her trenchant analysis, but she wouldn’t do that because she didn’t have it in her to be cruel.

She was sure that Amanda was wounded, and worse, suffering from neglect, because if there was one thing Amanda needed, it was constant adoration and attention. Aside from all that, Amanda’s text deserved the common courtesy of a reply, so Jen carefully typed, trying to strike a tone of friendliness without fostering false hopes of a reconciliation: Can’t picture you running. Hope it helps. We’ve been playing on the beach a lot. Kristin is having a good time. #sandybottom

There. A friendly update. That missive complete, Jen turned her astute mind to matters of more importance, like sending an email to Dr. Olson that she was interested in touring his clinic in Eau Claire. After she dispatched that message, she drank more coffee and reclined in her chair, appreciating the beauty of the lake and the sounds of the waterfowl stirring to life. The sandhill cranes especially amused her with their prehistoric, raspy bugle, like a goose who had smoked and sung all night in a raucous band.

She heard rustling in the kitchen, then Tommy walked into the porch with a large mug of coffee. “Hey.”

Jen turned her phone over on the wide arm of her chair. “Good morning. Sleep well?”

“Better than ever. It’s so quiet here compared to the city. Took me a few nights to get used to the sounds of frogs bleating and other creatures of the night, but now they lull me right to sleep.”

“The quintessential city boy is turning into a Northwoods man?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t go that far.” He set down his mug and reached his arms overhead, pulling on each wrist to stretch one side then the other. He winced as his right shoulder flexed.

“Is your arm sore?” she asked.

“Yeah. I think I’ve been babying it too much. The skin feels really tight across my deltoid. I need to loosen up, get working again.

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