When Chris pulled up on his bike, Jake was walking out of the gate. Jake looked up at Chris. They seemed to lock eyes for one terrifying second. Then Jake turned his back and carefully, slowly latched the gate, then walked off putting his hands in his pockets.
I waited for Chris to say something to Jake but he didn’t. I waited for him to say something to me but he just hopped off his bike and walked it back to the shed. My heart was beating fast and I thought about following him back there. Instead, I went in the house and sat down at the dining room table and waited.
My cat was sitting on the table scratching behind his collar, bell jingling away like mad and I pushed him off the table and waited. I heard the side screen door creek open and Chris walked in. He walked past me without talking and into the living room. It was quiet. I waited for a couple of minutes, still quiet, so I got up and walked to the living room where he was sitting on the couch looking at his iPad.I just stood and looked at him and he sat, swipe swipe swipe on the iPad. I thought about just going to my room. Yes, that is what I would do. If he wanted to ignore this, then that was fine with me. I turned my back to head over to my room.
“Are you fucking him?” he said to my back.
I stood there and thought. I thought about what I would say if I weren’t fucking him.
“That is really insulting” I said, and almost laughed. I am a horrible person.
“Are you?” He said.
I found it suddenly really hard to say no. But if I said yes, that would be like pulling the needle out of the grenade. So I walked off to my room, deciding to deal with it later.The door crashed open and Chris’s face was red. It looked like he was going to start crying.
“If you don’t give me a straight answer, then I will got down the street and get it from him.”
“Go on then,” I said.
He looked at me like he couldn’t believe I just said that to him, like I must really not care about him at all. And and I suddenly regretted it too.
Not quite looking at him, I said, “No, don’t go yelling at anyone while you are so mad. Please calm down. There really is nothing to be angry about.”
He walked out of the room and then I heard the screen door banging shut behind him. I thought that maybe I should follow him but I decided to just sit on my bed and wait. I don’t like confrontation.
A few minutes later I heard him come back in the front door while I was still sitting on my bed.
“Did you talk to him?” I called out.
“Yep!”, he answered from the kitchen. I heard glass clinking.
“What did he say?”
“He said he just came over to get some sugar.”
“What?” I was horrified. I thought back to when Jake thought it was really funny to wrap his arm around me and growl, ‘gimmie some sugar’ to totally annoy me. This was going to be a disaster.
“He said he came over to – borrow – a – cup – of – sugar.”
I was stunned. Confused. Did Chris believe that? Surely he didn’t.
Chris walked in the bedroom door. He was holding our measuring cup. “He gave me this back” he said.
I looked at the measuring cup. How the heck did Jake get that?
“He even offered to bring us some cookies later but I told him not to ever fucking come near our house ever again.”
“Oh.” I said. “Ok.”
And that was it.
I’m still sitting here in our room. Not sure what is going to happen next. I guess one of us has to go pick up Zoe. I really want to know how Jake got our measuring cup. It certainly doesn’t fit in his pocket.