now, so out of reach, under the shadows of Broken Top, under the stars.
The miles passed under my feet, four, five, six, but I wasn’t finding any peace or any kind of breakthrough. I decided to stop at seven.
On my last lap, I felt the phone vibrate in my pocket. I slowed down and pulled it out.
It was Ty.
“Hi,” I said, breathless.
“Good to know I still have that effect on you,” he said.
“That’s for sure,” I said. “But I was out here on the track.”
“You want to call back?”
“No, now’s good. I was just thinking about you actually. I’m glad you called.”
“I’m glad I called too then.”
“I wanted to tell you something,” I said. “I’ve been seeing ghosts again. I thought you should know.”
“I’m happy you told me,” he said after a brief delay. “I want you to tell me those things.”
He didn’t ask for any details and I let it go. Maybe that was enough, me telling him. It didn’t have to become his life too. I could live with that.
“Listen, Abby, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back in Bend tomorrow.”
The embers of hope inside me, almost burned out, blew back to life.
CHAPTER 20
“You can still stay with Erin, you know,” Kate said to David. “She wouldn’t mind.”
We were all sitting in the living room, watching TV. David was on the leather sofa with an almost empty martini glass in his hand, eyeing the bottle of Absolut vodka sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He swirled the dirty martini around in his glass, and then gulped it back. The rank smell of olive juice filled the air.
David had brought over the cocktail supplies earlier, and had tried to get Kate and me to join in, but we knew better. The drink, a mix of olive juice, vermouth, and vodka, smelled awful and tasted worse. I wasn’t sure if David even really liked them. I think he just drank them because he thought they were something Detective Slocum would drink.
“Hey, how do you think I would look with those gray wings in my hair?” he asked, pointing when the character named Paulie came on the screen. The odd contrast of light against dark hair made him look like he was related to the Bride of Frankenstein.
“I don’t know,” Kate said. “Like a lunatic?”
We were watching the final episode of The Sopranos . I’d never seen the show before, but David had wanted to see it before his audition because one of the producers on the show had worked on The Sopranos .
“Aw, c’mon, fashion diva Craig,” he said to Kate. “I could totally pull that look off and you know it.”
“Well, if you want to try, go ahead,” she said. “Just don’t do it before tomorrow. You want to stand out, but not in that way, if you know what I mean.”
David poured more vodka in his glass. I held out my Mirror Pond beer to him for a toast. Kate joined in with her glass of white wine.
“To your audition tomorrow,” I said. “You’re going to kill it. I just know it.”
“Yeah,” Kate said. “Go get ‘em, David.”
“Aw, Thanks, Sista Craigs. That just makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. Thanks guys, too, for the good luck dinner. Girlfriend can cook, right, Katie Craig?”
Kate glared at him.
“Okay, Kate Craig. Sorry.”
“He’s right,” she said, looking at me. “That’s why I had to change into sweats. Something to do with how delicious it was and my two huge servings. Awesome flavors.”
I had made a version of a chicken pot pie, Thai style, making it with a green curry sauce and a rich, buttery pastry. David loved Thai food, so I made it especially for him.
“And I’m so happy you guys are willing to watch the ending of one of my favorite shows,” he said. “Come on, really. This episode is amazing.”
Kate sighed. Unlike me, she’d seen all six seasons of the show.
“I liked the show, but I hate this last episode. I hate endings like that. If you’re going to go to the trouble of putting out a show for that many years, then
The miles passed under my feet, four, five, six, but I wasn’t finding any peace or any kind of breakthrough. I decided to stop at seven.
On my last lap, I felt the phone vibrate in my pocket. I slowed down and pulled it out.
It was Ty.
“Hi,” I said, breathless.
“Good to know I still have that effect on you,” he said.
“That’s for sure,” I said. “But I was out here on the track.”
“You want to call back?”
“No, now’s good. I was just thinking about you actually. I’m glad you called.”
“I’m glad I called too then.”
“I wanted to tell you something,” I said. “I’ve been seeing ghosts again. I thought you should know.”
“I’m happy you told me,” he said after a brief delay. “I want you to tell me those things.”
He didn’t ask for any details and I let it go. Maybe that was enough, me telling him. It didn’t have to become his life too. I could live with that.
“Listen, Abby, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be back in Bend tomorrow.”
The embers of hope inside me, almost burned out, blew back to life.
CHAPTER 20
“You can still stay with Erin, you know,” Kate said to David. “She wouldn’t mind.”
We were all sitting in the living room, watching TV. David was on the leather sofa with an almost empty martini glass in his hand, eyeing the bottle of Absolut vodka sitting on the coffee table in front of him. He swirled the dirty martini around in his glass, and then gulped it back. The rank smell of olive juice filled the air.
David had brought over the cocktail supplies earlier, and had tried to get Kate and me to join in, but we knew better. The drink, a mix of olive juice, vermouth, and vodka, smelled awful and tasted worse. I wasn’t sure if David even really liked them. I think he just drank them because he thought they were something Detective Slocum would drink.
“Hey, how do you think I would look with those gray wings in my hair?” he asked, pointing when the character named Paulie came on the screen. The odd contrast of light against dark hair made him look like he was related to the Bride of Frankenstein.
“I don’t know,” Kate said. “Like a lunatic?”
We were watching the final episode of The Sopranos . I’d never seen the show before, but David had wanted to see it before his audition because one of the producers on the show had worked on The Sopranos .
“Aw, c’mon, fashion diva Craig,” he said to Kate. “I could totally pull that look off and you know it.”
“Well, if you want to try, go ahead,” she said. “Just don’t do it before tomorrow. You want to stand out, but not in that way, if you know what I mean.”
David poured more vodka in his glass. I held out my Mirror Pond beer to him for a toast. Kate joined in with her glass of white wine.
“To your audition tomorrow,” I said. “You’re going to kill it. I just know it.”
“Yeah,” Kate said. “Go get ‘em, David.”
“Aw, Thanks, Sista Craigs. That just makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. Thanks guys, too, for the good luck dinner. Girlfriend can cook, right, Katie Craig?”
Kate glared at him.
“Okay, Kate Craig. Sorry.”
“He’s right,” she said, looking at me. “That’s why I had to change into sweats. Something to do with how delicious it was and my two huge servings. Awesome flavors.”
I had made a version of a chicken pot pie, Thai style, making it with a green curry sauce and a rich, buttery pastry. David loved Thai food, so I made it especially for him.
“And I’m so happy you guys are willing to watch the ending of one of my favorite shows,” he said. “Come on, really. This episode is amazing.”
Kate sighed. Unlike me, she’d seen all six seasons of the show.
“I liked the show, but I hate this last episode. I hate endings like that. If you’re going to go to the trouble of putting out a show for that many years, then
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