The Write Escape by Charish Reid

The Write Escape by Charish Reid

Author:Charish Reid [Reid, Charish]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488055119
Published: 2019-06-13T15:10:37+00:00


Chapter Eighteen

Is this man telling me how to run my damn life? Antonia slammed cabinet doors as she put away her groceries. She angrily stuffed bags into the garbage and stalked through her cottage like a mad woman. Antonia was absolutely livid by his suggestion that she was being sensitive. The fucking nerve of him. “I didn’t even want to talk about it.” He was a fucking paper grader for god’s sake. Hell, she’d done that when she was in graduate school. She taught two freshman composition classes while she took a full course load and wrote her thesis.

“Oh, that’s rich,” she muttered, returning to the kitchen. She looked at the counter where a pile of baking ingredients sat, taunting her with their uselessness. “Confidence?” she scoffed. “You think confidence is baking a goddamn cake?”

She glanced at the garbage can and thought for a moment how satisfying it would be to toss all this shit in the trash. Antonia instead stomped back to the living room. The nerve, she thought as she turned the television on. How could someone be so gorgeous and such a mansplainer at the same time? How could he go from kissing her tenderly in the grocery store to telling her about her business with such...smug confidence?

While flipping through the seven channels offered on her old-fashioned television set, Antonia could hear the growing thud of music from next door. She paused, remote in hand, and listened carefully as the speakers next door boomed. It was a familiar tune that she tried to place while she simmered in anger.

What is that? She drifted back toward her bedroom, where Aiden’s cottage connected. The familiar guitar riff was apparent when she stopped at the bathroom. It was The Guess Who... “American Woman.” Christ, what a jerk.

Two can play this petty game. She plugged in her laptop and scrolled through her own music library. “Ah-hah,” she cried triumphantly. She clicked on Beyoncé’s Lemonade, cranked the volume up as high as it could go, and let the album play on repeat. If war was what he wanted, she could certainly give it to him. No one could outsing Beyoncé and Antonia would prove it.

She closed the bedroom door and strode back to the living room where it was quieter. Sitting at the dinner table, she turned up the volume on the Irish news and waited for victory. When her phone rang, she swore under her breath. She was not in the mood to talk to anyone. But upon closer inspection, she saw that it was Eddie. Antonia sighed and received the call.

“Hi, Ed,” she said, turning down the news.

“How’s your trip going?” he asked, sounding enthusiastic. “Do you love it there?”

Antonia made herself close her eyes and count to five before answering. “It’s fine,” she said carefully.

“Try to sound a little more excited.”

“I’m more interested in how you’re doing?” she said. Eddie was always there when she needed to vent. In the last few weeks, that’s all she’d managed to do when they saw one another.



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