Lies My Girlfriend Told Me
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I want to say, I think you’re fine. Better than fine.
Ethan lets out a little sigh. I touch the tip of his nose and he rewards me with a smile.
Liana trickles her fingertips through his feathery hair. “He really is precious.”
He is, actually.
Liana says, “Do you have something to drink?”
I jump up. “Yeah, of course.” Where are my manners?
I reach down to lift Ethan but stop because I know he’ll cry if I pick him up. His eyes hold steadily to mine and I don’t detect a hint of terror. I give it a try and he actually grasps my neck with his little hand.
Liana follows us to the kitchen, slowing to peer out the window into the yard. “I love your house,” she says. “Just the feel of it. There was something about Swan’s that was… I don’t know. Cold. Or twisted. Chaotic clutter.”
And I always thought the clutter was cozy. Homey.
“Sorry to bring her up. Let’s not ever talk about her again.”
“Deal.” I feel relieved. Elated. Liberated.
Balancing Ethan on my hip, I check the fridge. Mom must’ve stocked up before she left. “We have Sprite and Diet Coke. If you’re hungry, I could make homemade pizza.”
“That sounds fantastic. As long as I get out of here by eight thirty or nine.”
“It won’t take that long.” I hand Ethan to her and pull out all the ingredients for a pepperoni, sausage, and three-cheese pizza.
“Sprite for me,” she says.
I lug out the bottle and then retrieve two glasses from the cupboard. As I set her glass in front of her, I see Ethan standing on Liana’s lap at the table, playing with her earrings.
My breath catches. “Where did you get those?”
“What?”
“The earrings.” The ebony button ones I made for Swanee. “Never mind. I know where.”
Liana removes Ethan’s hand from the earring. “She said until she could pay off the ring, she hoped these earrings would do.”
“I bet she said she made them, too.”
Liana doesn’t answer.
I almost feel like crying. Then I feel like throwing the measuring cup against the wall. “I made them. For her.” If I look at Liana, I’ll lose it.
“I’ll give them all back, Alix.”
“Forget it. They were a gift. She had the right to do whatever she wanted with them.”
For a long minute Liana doesn’t speak. Then she says quietly, “When do the lies end?”
I close my eyes. Apparently not with death.
Chapter 18
The phone rings and Mom tells me they arrived. Already? I check the clock and it’s almost nine. Time soars when you’re eating pizza with a beautiful girl, while your baby brother is safely tucked away in his carrier, sound asleep. Mom asks how things are going and I say, “Great.”
“Did you have a hard time putting Ethan down?” she asks.
“Not at all. I’ve been mainlining him with Robitussin.”
“Alix.”
I don’t want to tell her he’s not upstairs in bed yet, since I’m afraid to leave him alone. “We had a good time. He was actually kind of fun.” I hear her tell Dad what I said as I smile at Liana.
Liana checks her watch and freaks out. Hustling to the living room, she makes a call on her cell.
Mom says, “If you need anything, you have our numbers.”
I’m not going to call because I’m determined to prove to them that I’m responsible and trustworthy. That I am a good sister.
“Your mom?” Liana asks as we both end our calls.
“Yeah. Checking up on me, which was actually a good idea, since you saw what a stellar babysitter I am.”
Liana gives me a little push on the shoulder. “You’re doing awesome.”
“Yeah. Once you showed up.”
She says, “I have to go.”
“Will you help me put him to bed first?”
She follows me upstairs. As we transfer him to his crib, he whines, but Liana rubs his arm until he calms and his eyelids flutter. I bend down to kiss his forehead. He smells sweet, like baby powder. I’ve always loved that smell.
As I hover over him, Liana whispers, “Are you going to stay here all night?”
“I thought I would.”
“Alix, he’ll be fine. You have a baby monitor. Just turn it on and keep the other one with you.”
Baby monitor. “Hang on.” I pad into Mom and Dad’s room to retrieve it. I hope my maternal or paternal instincts are as sensitive as Mom’s or Dad’s if Ethan wakes up and cries. Or coughs. Or chokes.
Liana heads downstairs with me on her heels. She puts on her parka.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I say.
“Thank you for dinner. It was awesome. You’re now my personal chef.”
“At your service,” I say with a bow.
The conversation stalls. “Well?” she says.
Well what? Her dark eyes seem to bore right through me. “You promised.”
Oh my God. Does she mean…? My throat is dry and I lick my lips. She does the same, and then takes a step toward me, leans in, and touches her lips to mine. The explosive sensation that travels through me is like a volcanic eruption. How long the kiss goes on is anyone’s guess. Eventually one of us breaks it off, and I swear it’s not her. She opens the door and slips out before I can even exhale the breath that’s seized my lungs.
I must’ve fallen asleep with the baby monitor to my ear because when I wake up I have a rectangular groove on my cheek. No sounds are coming from the speaker and I think, He’s dead. He rolled over and suffocated. I race to his room and find him in his crib, playing with his toes. When he sees me, he starts to bounce and smile. So cute, except he smells like a diarrhea factory.
As I change his diaper, I realize I didn’t give him a bath before putting him down last night. He’s still got some gunk in his hair from dinner. I decide to feed him breakfast first, so I can wash off all the layers at once.
Ethan’s a splasher and soaks my entire front. When I shampoo his hair, I give him curly ringlets, then a faux-hawk. We could do this all day, except the phone rings downstairs. I know better than to leave him alone, even if it is a safety tub.
As I’m toweling Ethan dry, the phone rings again, so I wrap the towel around him and lug him downstairs with me. “Hi,” Dad says. “How’re things going?”
“Good.” Except we broke our bath routine, which will probably scar Ethan for life.
“What do you have planned today?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I thought we’d sharpen all the knives.”
Dad chuckles.
“Do you want to say hi to Ethan?” I stick the phone to Ethan’s ear and hear Dad talk to him. Ethan’s eyes widen and he says something resembling “da-da.” If he’s ever said that before, I’m not aware of it.
I take the phone back. Dad asks me, “Did he just say what I thought he did?”
“I think so. Do you think he’s a savant?”
Dad laughs. “He might just have gas.”
We talk for a couple more minutes, until Ethan gets squirmy. “I should let you go,” I tell him. “SpongeBob awaits.”
As soon as I hang up, the doorbell rings. Who could be coming over? I peer through the peephole, but it’s black, like there’s a hand over it. “Who is it?” I ask.
No answer.
What if it’s a kidnapper? Someone who’s been casing the house, waiting for the right moment? I’ve been watching too many cop shows. Still…
I open the door just a crack and my jaw drops.
“Hi,” Liana says.
I open the door all the way and unlock the screen. “What are you doing here?”
She pouts. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” God, no. She enters and a blast of cold air blows in with her. I notice it’s still drizzling.
“Rained out again?” I ask.
“No. About half the players are sick with flu, so the coach forfeited the game. Sucks. But it’d be miserable cheering in this weather.” I take her coat from her and she reaches for Ethan. “He’s na**d,” she says.
“We just took a bath and I haven’t had time to dress him yet.”
“Or yourself.”
I scan my front and see that all I’m wearing is a sleep shirt, and it’s plastered to my body with bathwater. Everything is visible. I hug myself.
“Can I dress him?” she asks.
“Absolutely.” I start to sprint up the stairs, and then stop and let her pass. She doesn’t need to see my old jockeys.
I could take a shower, since she’s watching Ethan. Instead I pull on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. When I come out, she’s still in Ethan’s room.
“He has the cutest clothes,” she goes. She chose these oversize denim overalls with a red-and-white shirt and red high tops.
“When they’re not covered with baby crud.”
She lifts him into the air and he squeals with delight.
“How long can you stay?” I ask. Please say all day and night.
“Until you get sick of me.” She rolls up the cuffs of the overalls.
I smile at her. “Then I hope you brought your toothbrush.”
She returns my smile, her eyes teasing.
Even standing this close makes my heart pound. “What do you want to do? Dad doesn’t want me to take Ethan anywhere, so we’re kind of limited.”
“We don’t have to do anything. We could watch a movie.”
A movie. Please don’t be into Johnny Depp. “That sounds good.”
As we head toward the stairs, Liana says, “Is this your room?” She stops at the threshold.
“Yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
God, did I leave unmentionables strewn about?
She hands Ethan off to me before wandering in and checking out my stuff. My laptop, iPad, books, dolls and stuffed animals from my childhood. For some reason, I want her to approve. She points at the rainbow sticker I have on my dresser mirror. “Did you get this at Pride?”
“No. Rainbow Alley.”
“I’ve never been there. I’d like to go.”
“I’ll take you,” I say.
“When?”
“Whenever you want.”
Her phone rings and she digs it out of her back pocket. She speaks in Spanish to whoever’s on the line. “I don’t know.” She eyes me. “Three o’clock?”
I hold up five fingers, twice, like, Make it ten o’clock.
She grins. “I’ll be home before dark, okay? Te amo.” She ends the call.
Crouching down, she picks up the rainbow earring out of my tackle box, which I haven’t yet put away.
“Wow, this is cool. I do plan to give you all your earrings back.”
“Like I said, you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Why would it upset me? Who cares if the only thing I ever made for her didn’t mean shit?” This pique of anger rises inside me and my eyes well with tears. DAMN. DAMN HER. I go over, latch the tackle box, and kick it under the bed.
Liana walks up behind me and rests her head on the back of mine. Ethan’s little hand clutches my ear gently. A tear escapes and slithers down my cheek. I wipe my nose. She turns me around and holds me.
I can feel her breath on my neck and it makes me shiver. We lean back and gaze into each other’s eyes, and all I can think is, I want to kiss you so badly.
But she steps away and says, “Where’s your Kleenex? In the bathroom?”
I nod. She goes in and comes out with a few tissues and hands them to me.
I blow my nose. She gives me space, circling the rest of my room.
Ethan gets squirmy and I say, “I think I forgot to give him his bottle. Meet you downstairs.”
I warm a bottle, relieved to have put some distance between Liana and me. She sets off every nerve ending in my entire body. I curl on the sofa with Ethan and his bottle, while Liana sits on the other side, as far away as possible. Thank God.
“Want me to check the On Demand movies?”
“Sure,” I say.
She scrolls through and there’s nothing we want to see. It’s all I can do to keep Liana out of my peripheral vision.
She spies Dad’s Little Miss Sunshine DVD and says, “I love that movie.”
“I do, too.” Although I’d never admit it to Dad.
She inserts the DVD. I place Ethan in his playpen and pull it over in front of us so he can watch, too.
About ten minutes into the movie, she fluffs an accent pillow under her head and lies down, kicking off her shoes and stretching her legs across my lap. “Okay?” she asks.
Ethan’s drifting off, sucking a pacifier, so I pull her legs closer to me in answer, and then tickle the undersides of her feet. She yelps and kicks. I whisper, “Quiet. You’ll wake him up.” We get into a leg wrestling match. Then, I don’t know how it happens, but we’re kissing. She’s on top and I’m holding back her hair and she’s pressing her body into mine. She raises her head and looks at me, and she must see the desire and need I’m feeling because she resumes. Only she shifts and rolls off the sofa. I reach out to stop her fall, but plop on top of her. She giggles and takes me in her arms.
Ethan whimpers and we both halt the action to check on him. Sound asleep.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says softly.
“Don’t worry about it. If he wakes up, I have plenty of bottles in the fridge.”
Ethan lets out a little sigh. I touch the tip of his nose and he rewards me with a smile.
Liana trickles her fingertips through his feathery hair. “He really is precious.”
He is, actually.
Liana says, “Do you have something to drink?”
I jump up. “Yeah, of course.” Where are my manners?
I reach down to lift Ethan but stop because I know he’ll cry if I pick him up. His eyes hold steadily to mine and I don’t detect a hint of terror. I give it a try and he actually grasps my neck with his little hand.
Liana follows us to the kitchen, slowing to peer out the window into the yard. “I love your house,” she says. “Just the feel of it. There was something about Swan’s that was… I don’t know. Cold. Or twisted. Chaotic clutter.”
And I always thought the clutter was cozy. Homey.
“Sorry to bring her up. Let’s not ever talk about her again.”
“Deal.” I feel relieved. Elated. Liberated.
Balancing Ethan on my hip, I check the fridge. Mom must’ve stocked up before she left. “We have Sprite and Diet Coke. If you’re hungry, I could make homemade pizza.”
“That sounds fantastic. As long as I get out of here by eight thirty or nine.”
“It won’t take that long.” I hand Ethan to her and pull out all the ingredients for a pepperoni, sausage, and three-cheese pizza.
“Sprite for me,” she says.
I lug out the bottle and then retrieve two glasses from the cupboard. As I set her glass in front of her, I see Ethan standing on Liana’s lap at the table, playing with her earrings.
My breath catches. “Where did you get those?”
“What?”
“The earrings.” The ebony button ones I made for Swanee. “Never mind. I know where.”
Liana removes Ethan’s hand from the earring. “She said until she could pay off the ring, she hoped these earrings would do.”
“I bet she said she made them, too.”
Liana doesn’t answer.
I almost feel like crying. Then I feel like throwing the measuring cup against the wall. “I made them. For her.” If I look at Liana, I’ll lose it.
“I’ll give them all back, Alix.”
“Forget it. They were a gift. She had the right to do whatever she wanted with them.”
For a long minute Liana doesn’t speak. Then she says quietly, “When do the lies end?”
I close my eyes. Apparently not with death.
Chapter 18
The phone rings and Mom tells me they arrived. Already? I check the clock and it’s almost nine. Time soars when you’re eating pizza with a beautiful girl, while your baby brother is safely tucked away in his carrier, sound asleep. Mom asks how things are going and I say, “Great.”
“Did you have a hard time putting Ethan down?” she asks.
“Not at all. I’ve been mainlining him with Robitussin.”
“Alix.”
I don’t want to tell her he’s not upstairs in bed yet, since I’m afraid to leave him alone. “We had a good time. He was actually kind of fun.” I hear her tell Dad what I said as I smile at Liana.
Liana checks her watch and freaks out. Hustling to the living room, she makes a call on her cell.
Mom says, “If you need anything, you have our numbers.”
I’m not going to call because I’m determined to prove to them that I’m responsible and trustworthy. That I am a good sister.
“Your mom?” Liana asks as we both end our calls.
“Yeah. Checking up on me, which was actually a good idea, since you saw what a stellar babysitter I am.”
Liana gives me a little push on the shoulder. “You’re doing awesome.”
“Yeah. Once you showed up.”
She says, “I have to go.”
“Will you help me put him to bed first?”
She follows me upstairs. As we transfer him to his crib, he whines, but Liana rubs his arm until he calms and his eyelids flutter. I bend down to kiss his forehead. He smells sweet, like baby powder. I’ve always loved that smell.
As I hover over him, Liana whispers, “Are you going to stay here all night?”
“I thought I would.”
“Alix, he’ll be fine. You have a baby monitor. Just turn it on and keep the other one with you.”
Baby monitor. “Hang on.” I pad into Mom and Dad’s room to retrieve it. I hope my maternal or paternal instincts are as sensitive as Mom’s or Dad’s if Ethan wakes up and cries. Or coughs. Or chokes.
Liana heads downstairs with me on her heels. She puts on her parka.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I say.
“Thank you for dinner. It was awesome. You’re now my personal chef.”
“At your service,” I say with a bow.
The conversation stalls. “Well?” she says.
Well what? Her dark eyes seem to bore right through me. “You promised.”
Oh my God. Does she mean…? My throat is dry and I lick my lips. She does the same, and then takes a step toward me, leans in, and touches her lips to mine. The explosive sensation that travels through me is like a volcanic eruption. How long the kiss goes on is anyone’s guess. Eventually one of us breaks it off, and I swear it’s not her. She opens the door and slips out before I can even exhale the breath that’s seized my lungs.
I must’ve fallen asleep with the baby monitor to my ear because when I wake up I have a rectangular groove on my cheek. No sounds are coming from the speaker and I think, He’s dead. He rolled over and suffocated. I race to his room and find him in his crib, playing with his toes. When he sees me, he starts to bounce and smile. So cute, except he smells like a diarrhea factory.
As I change his diaper, I realize I didn’t give him a bath before putting him down last night. He’s still got some gunk in his hair from dinner. I decide to feed him breakfast first, so I can wash off all the layers at once.
Ethan’s a splasher and soaks my entire front. When I shampoo his hair, I give him curly ringlets, then a faux-hawk. We could do this all day, except the phone rings downstairs. I know better than to leave him alone, even if it is a safety tub.
As I’m toweling Ethan dry, the phone rings again, so I wrap the towel around him and lug him downstairs with me. “Hi,” Dad says. “How’re things going?”
“Good.” Except we broke our bath routine, which will probably scar Ethan for life.
“What do you have planned today?” he asks.
“I don’t know. I thought we’d sharpen all the knives.”
Dad chuckles.
“Do you want to say hi to Ethan?” I stick the phone to Ethan’s ear and hear Dad talk to him. Ethan’s eyes widen and he says something resembling “da-da.” If he’s ever said that before, I’m not aware of it.
I take the phone back. Dad asks me, “Did he just say what I thought he did?”
“I think so. Do you think he’s a savant?”
Dad laughs. “He might just have gas.”
We talk for a couple more minutes, until Ethan gets squirmy. “I should let you go,” I tell him. “SpongeBob awaits.”
As soon as I hang up, the doorbell rings. Who could be coming over? I peer through the peephole, but it’s black, like there’s a hand over it. “Who is it?” I ask.
No answer.
What if it’s a kidnapper? Someone who’s been casing the house, waiting for the right moment? I’ve been watching too many cop shows. Still…
I open the door just a crack and my jaw drops.
“Hi,” Liana says.
I open the door all the way and unlock the screen. “What are you doing here?”
She pouts. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No.” God, no. She enters and a blast of cold air blows in with her. I notice it’s still drizzling.
“Rained out again?” I ask.
“No. About half the players are sick with flu, so the coach forfeited the game. Sucks. But it’d be miserable cheering in this weather.” I take her coat from her and she reaches for Ethan. “He’s na**d,” she says.
“We just took a bath and I haven’t had time to dress him yet.”
“Or yourself.”
I scan my front and see that all I’m wearing is a sleep shirt, and it’s plastered to my body with bathwater. Everything is visible. I hug myself.
“Can I dress him?” she asks.
“Absolutely.” I start to sprint up the stairs, and then stop and let her pass. She doesn’t need to see my old jockeys.
I could take a shower, since she’s watching Ethan. Instead I pull on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. When I come out, she’s still in Ethan’s room.
“He has the cutest clothes,” she goes. She chose these oversize denim overalls with a red-and-white shirt and red high tops.
“When they’re not covered with baby crud.”
She lifts him into the air and he squeals with delight.
“How long can you stay?” I ask. Please say all day and night.
“Until you get sick of me.” She rolls up the cuffs of the overalls.
I smile at her. “Then I hope you brought your toothbrush.”
She returns my smile, her eyes teasing.
Even standing this close makes my heart pound. “What do you want to do? Dad doesn’t want me to take Ethan anywhere, so we’re kind of limited.”
“We don’t have to do anything. We could watch a movie.”
A movie. Please don’t be into Johnny Depp. “That sounds good.”
As we head toward the stairs, Liana says, “Is this your room?” She stops at the threshold.
“Yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
God, did I leave unmentionables strewn about?
She hands Ethan off to me before wandering in and checking out my stuff. My laptop, iPad, books, dolls and stuffed animals from my childhood. For some reason, I want her to approve. She points at the rainbow sticker I have on my dresser mirror. “Did you get this at Pride?”
“No. Rainbow Alley.”
“I’ve never been there. I’d like to go.”
“I’ll take you,” I say.
“When?”
“Whenever you want.”
Her phone rings and she digs it out of her back pocket. She speaks in Spanish to whoever’s on the line. “I don’t know.” She eyes me. “Three o’clock?”
I hold up five fingers, twice, like, Make it ten o’clock.
She grins. “I’ll be home before dark, okay? Te amo.” She ends the call.
Crouching down, she picks up the rainbow earring out of my tackle box, which I haven’t yet put away.
“Wow, this is cool. I do plan to give you all your earrings back.”
“Like I said, you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Why would it upset me? Who cares if the only thing I ever made for her didn’t mean shit?” This pique of anger rises inside me and my eyes well with tears. DAMN. DAMN HER. I go over, latch the tackle box, and kick it under the bed.
Liana walks up behind me and rests her head on the back of mine. Ethan’s little hand clutches my ear gently. A tear escapes and slithers down my cheek. I wipe my nose. She turns me around and holds me.
I can feel her breath on my neck and it makes me shiver. We lean back and gaze into each other’s eyes, and all I can think is, I want to kiss you so badly.
But she steps away and says, “Where’s your Kleenex? In the bathroom?”
I nod. She goes in and comes out with a few tissues and hands them to me.
I blow my nose. She gives me space, circling the rest of my room.
Ethan gets squirmy and I say, “I think I forgot to give him his bottle. Meet you downstairs.”
I warm a bottle, relieved to have put some distance between Liana and me. She sets off every nerve ending in my entire body. I curl on the sofa with Ethan and his bottle, while Liana sits on the other side, as far away as possible. Thank God.
“Want me to check the On Demand movies?”
“Sure,” I say.
She scrolls through and there’s nothing we want to see. It’s all I can do to keep Liana out of my peripheral vision.
She spies Dad’s Little Miss Sunshine DVD and says, “I love that movie.”
“I do, too.” Although I’d never admit it to Dad.
She inserts the DVD. I place Ethan in his playpen and pull it over in front of us so he can watch, too.
About ten minutes into the movie, she fluffs an accent pillow under her head and lies down, kicking off her shoes and stretching her legs across my lap. “Okay?” she asks.
Ethan’s drifting off, sucking a pacifier, so I pull her legs closer to me in answer, and then tickle the undersides of her feet. She yelps and kicks. I whisper, “Quiet. You’ll wake him up.” We get into a leg wrestling match. Then, I don’t know how it happens, but we’re kissing. She’s on top and I’m holding back her hair and she’s pressing her body into mine. She raises her head and looks at me, and she must see the desire and need I’m feeling because she resumes. Only she shifts and rolls off the sofa. I reach out to stop her fall, but plop on top of her. She giggles and takes me in her arms.
Ethan whimpers and we both halt the action to check on him. Sound asleep.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she says softly.
“Don’t worry about it. If he wakes up, I have plenty of bottles in the fridge.”
