Another Whispered Conversation
“You awake, Ian?”
“Yeah. What’s up?”
“Are we too crazy busy tomorrow? Like, schedules micromanaged to the minute busy? Like, Kay has already written out tasks for us to take care of on little Post It notes so that none of us can have any excuse to deviate for a single second? Like, we’re going to drag Pete from the arms of his beloved Jenna and maybe actually keep him long enough that he’ll sleep in his own bunk for a night?”
“What are you trying to ask me, Sloan? I’m kind of tired. And I know you miss Pete, but he’s
probably not sleeping here for a while.”
“I don’t miss Pete. I’m asking if we’re busy tomorrow.”
“Pretty busy, I guess, but not too much more than usual. Why?”
“I think we should do something together. We never do stuff together anymore.”
“What are you talking about, Sloan? We do stuff together all the time. We live together. We’re together all the time.”
“I mean just you and me. Something together—alone. You know, the way normal, functional married couples do. Not the ones that live with his two band mates and one of their girlfriends. The kind that don’t have to whisper when they want to talk to each other because said girlfriend is the lightest freaking sleeper in the world and might wake up.”
“Hey, hey—Kay is your best friend, not mine. But yeah, you should probably keep your voice down a little. She’ll throw a fit if you wake her up now. She has to drive back home in the morning.”
“So you’re saying no.”
“I’m not saying anything. What did you want to do?”
“I don’t know. Dinner, a movie, something. Anything. Anything that is just you and me, without everyone else hanging around and breathing over our shoulders and needing your all-important attention. Say something. Ian?”
“I just don’t think…”
“…that we have time. I get it. Fine. Really, it’s fine. Don’t make time—that’s cool. I’m not that big of a deal, anyway. I’m only your wife. Goodnight.”
“Aw, come on, Sloan. Don’t be that way. You know you’re more important to me than anyone else, ever. Period. Things are just crazy now. We’re getting the band off the ground—it’s an important time for my career. Things will get better soon, I promise. Okay? Sloan? Sloan? Don’t be mad, Sloan. Alright, goodnight, then, I guess. I love you.”
I said nothing in return.
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