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Talking to Dave…Again.

“Wow, you really showed some class back there, Odette,” Dave said.

I looked out of my window and ignored him.

“In fact, I’d have to say that lately, you have been the epitome of class.”

“I don’t need this right now, Dave. And its not like you’re perfect anyway. Need I remind you, I was there during your party-days so don’t judge me.”

“That is exactly it, Odette. I pulled that kind of stuff when we were kids. And then I grew up.”

I laughed, “Yeah right. Your’e just mad the whole thing wasn’t about you.”

“What?” he said and laughed nervously.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

He flushed red, even under his beard. “That was a long time ago, Odette and I was really drunk…and you guys weren’t married. So don’t flatter yourself.”

I smiled, that got him to shut up. We drove for a while. It seemed to be getting darker outside even though it was mid-morning. I watched the rolling hills and tried not to bite my fingernails off now that they finally looked decent.

Dave launched in again, “Chris is my boy, and you have been putting him through the ringer. I’ve never seen him like this before and it is killing me to watch it. I mean, I always thought he was in good hands with you, Odette. I never thought you would pull this with him. What happened to you guys? I don’t understand.”

I didn’t owe Dave an explanation, but I thought it might be a relief to talk about it. “I didn’t do it on purpose. It just kind of happened. I have, or had, a connection with Jake, like I’ve never had with anyone else.”

Dave looked over at me.”But he is such an asshole. Look what he did to Chris. What kind of a person just goes up and punches a guy in the face?”

“Well, Chris did just crash into his truck.” I tried not to laugh again.

Dave looked at me and shook his head. “That guy totally had it coming to him. It was about time for Chris to do something.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t understand why I have to be this object of ownership. It is so barbaric and stupid. The problem that Chris and Jake have with each other is just about pride. It has nothing to do with love.”

“Chris has a problem with Jake because you are married…and you made promises to each other to be faithful. Chris has always been faithful to you and he has had so many opportunities…”

“I know, I know, you guys have always made it quite clear to me after every tour how great Chris is for fending off all those tweens.”

Dave looked over at me inquisitively. “Would you care if your boyfriend cheated on you?”

“Who, Jake?” I’ll tell you what I do care about with Jake, I do care if he ditches me at a diner three hours from home after hurling insults at me.”

“Yeah I didn’t like that either.”

“And you expressed that with remarkable aim,” I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him and in spite of himself, he cracked a small smile.

We drove in silence for a while. He turned on the radio and we listened to some KissLight 107.9, which was very odd for him. Rhianna crooned gloriously about her umbrella. I put my head back on the seat to listen and absorb the achingly beautiful melody, and I figured Dave’s phone with all his music on it must be dead. There was no way he was appreciating this.

“You know Odette. I don’t want to judge you. But I’m not OK with what you are doing to Chris. I’m not going to stop him if he wants to get with anyone on tour this time around.”

“Have you before?”

“Maybe. But not anymore.”

“Well, I don’t care. You know, he didn’t start showing me any attention again until this Jake business. It is like I had to prove to him that I was worth fighting for. It was like he saw that I was desirable in someone else’s eye, so he figured I must still be…”

“I seriously doubt that, Odette.”

“Doubt it if you want. But it is true that he hasn’t cared this much about me since we were first together. I should have cheated on him ages ago.” I looked over at Dave to see his reaction but he was stone faced. Then he flickered his eyes over at me then back at the road.”

He started fidgeting around in his pocket, then took out his phone and  attached it to the stereo. I was expecting some “Iron and Wine” which would have been great. But he put my favorite song on. I was stunned he remembered that conversation from 10  years ago, before Chris walked in the room and I saw him for the first time.

I smiled and looked at my fingernails that were still in tact. My song made the mood much lighter. I realized, it was actually kind of nice to talk to Dave again.

“Thanks Dave” I muttered.

“Well, you know I’ve got Chris’s back. But you can always stand under my umbrella,” he said, looking straight ahead at the road. I smiled. There may have been at least 1% seriousness in his words, and I rested my head on the glass of the window, to look out at the silver clouds as the rain began.

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