Chapter Eleven: Girl Talk
Grace is wearing this evening gown that really does nothing for her curves, leaves everything to the imagination. But I don't mind I have a BIG imagination. 'Concentrate Eric' I mentally berate myself. Grace has taken off up the stairs and Vic and I follow. Things aren't going too well with this Cheryl accusation. So I try to say something not-so-accusatory. "Maybe she's totally innocent, that's what you gotta find out."
Grace shoots me a of-course-she's -innocent look and I know I'm in deep shit with her for offending a friend of hers. I should have known to take this delicately but I'm crunched for time and I want her to hurt a little so she knows how I feel inside about this McGuire thing. "How?" she snaps.
Shit, how IS she suppose to get it outta her? Oh, well that's for Grace to figure out. My retort is not delayed in any case. "I don't know coax it outta her. Buddy up to her. You know girl talk."
The concept is lost on Grace as her eyes seem to ask me what I'm talking about. "Girl talk?" she verbalizes her thoughts.
"Yes, girl talk." Vic, at least, is on my side. He know what it is like to have to deal with Grace's stubbornness. We make a silent agreement to gang up on her.
"I'm sorry, I'm drawing a blank." Grace looks frustrated and angry with me for suggesting her and Cheryl weren't buddies already. Mostly I think she's pissed because Vic and I are ganging up on her.
"Leg walking, fake orgasms, the inability of men to commit." Vic tries to explain. I can see he's being incredibly patient with her and for that I'm grateful. Once again I feel that pang of sadness that Grace has never had girl talk with anyone.
"Why don't you go talk to her." She's being stubborn and refusing to admit this girl she knows could do something so horrible.
Her stubbornness is starting to piss me off. And I should be pissed off at her. She lied to me after all. She told me a long time ago that her and McGuire were through as a couple and here she was making secret phone calls to him in the middle of the night. She definitely was neglecting to tell me something. But then again I had been spying on her. I hate my conscience. "Just imagine she's me and there's something you wanna know but I don't wanna talk about it. What would you do?" The words are flying out of my mouth before I realize the weight they carry. The exact thing was happening. There was something I wanted to know but she didn't want to talk about it.
"You want me to beat it out of her?" Grace asks with a knowing glint in her eye. She's telling me she wants to beat my crappy mood out of me. Oh well she was just going to have to deal.
I turn to Vic knowing if I ask him to do her job she'd be too pissed to refuse to do a little girl talk. I'd essentially be telling her I thought she couldn't do her job. So I went in for the kill knowing how insecure she was about her job. "Why don't you go talk to her."
"You know what? Forget about it, I will go." Grace gives in and in the process takes out her earpiece.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doin'? Put that back in your ear." I say angry that she thinks she can get away with breaking protocol just because she has to do something she doesn't want to.
"I can't talk girl talk with a guy in my head. I even can't do it with me in my head." She explains and proceeds to stretch out. As if to say this job was comparable to running a ten-mile marathon. She pushes up her breasts and for an instant I am jealous of her hands but that quickly passes. "Girl talk she mutters."
She walks away and I feel the loss of her. I am in WAY over my head if I feel lonely without her even when we're fighting.
Grace is wearing this evening gown that really does nothing for her curves, leaves everything to the imagination. But I don't mind I have a BIG imagination. 'Concentrate Eric' I mentally berate myself. Grace has taken off up the stairs and Vic and I follow. Things aren't going too well with this Cheryl accusation. So I try to say something not-so-accusatory. "Maybe she's totally innocent, that's what you gotta find out."
Grace shoots me a of-course-she's -innocent look and I know I'm in deep shit with her for offending a friend of hers. I should have known to take this delicately but I'm crunched for time and I want her to hurt a little so she knows how I feel inside about this McGuire thing. "How?" she snaps.
Shit, how IS she suppose to get it outta her? Oh, well that's for Grace to figure out. My retort is not delayed in any case. "I don't know coax it outta her. Buddy up to her. You know girl talk."
The concept is lost on Grace as her eyes seem to ask me what I'm talking about. "Girl talk?" she verbalizes her thoughts.
"Yes, girl talk." Vic, at least, is on my side. He know what it is like to have to deal with Grace's stubbornness. We make a silent agreement to gang up on her.
"I'm sorry, I'm drawing a blank." Grace looks frustrated and angry with me for suggesting her and Cheryl weren't buddies already. Mostly I think she's pissed because Vic and I are ganging up on her.
"Leg walking, fake orgasms, the inability of men to commit." Vic tries to explain. I can see he's being incredibly patient with her and for that I'm grateful. Once again I feel that pang of sadness that Grace has never had girl talk with anyone.
"Why don't you go talk to her." She's being stubborn and refusing to admit this girl she knows could do something so horrible.
Her stubbornness is starting to piss me off. And I should be pissed off at her. She lied to me after all. She told me a long time ago that her and McGuire were through as a couple and here she was making secret phone calls to him in the middle of the night. She definitely was neglecting to tell me something. But then again I had been spying on her. I hate my conscience. "Just imagine she's me and there's something you wanna know but I don't wanna talk about it. What would you do?" The words are flying out of my mouth before I realize the weight they carry. The exact thing was happening. There was something I wanted to know but she didn't want to talk about it.
"You want me to beat it out of her?" Grace asks with a knowing glint in her eye. She's telling me she wants to beat my crappy mood out of me. Oh well she was just going to have to deal.
I turn to Vic knowing if I ask him to do her job she'd be too pissed to refuse to do a little girl talk. I'd essentially be telling her I thought she couldn't do her job. So I went in for the kill knowing how insecure she was about her job. "Why don't you go talk to her."
"You know what? Forget about it, I will go." Grace gives in and in the process takes out her earpiece.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doin'? Put that back in your ear." I say angry that she thinks she can get away with breaking protocol just because she has to do something she doesn't want to.
"I can't talk girl talk with a guy in my head. I even can't do it with me in my head." She explains and proceeds to stretch out. As if to say this job was comparable to running a ten-mile marathon. She pushes up her breasts and for an instant I am jealous of her hands but that quickly passes. "Girl talk she mutters."
She walks away and I feel the loss of her. I am in WAY over my head if I feel lonely without her even when we're fighting.