“And why was it not?” I screech, pulling at my hair. “It’s a police precinct, isn’t there anyone watching the cars? The rain has been announced for weeks for fuck sakes!”
He winces and looks around us frantically. But there is no one. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly, someone picks up.
“Prudence’s car is flooded in the parking lot, why were the spots not blocked and where the hell are the guys watching over the parking lot? I’m telling you they are not, three fucking cars are parked there. Yeah well, get them here so they can take care of it.”
He hangs up abruptly with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.
“I’m so sorry. We’ll take care of everything and pay the bill. Can I… Drive you home?”
What the hell is happening?
“Oh, hell no,” I say, sprinting towards my car. He wants me to quit to save his relationship. What if he murders me to get me out of his way? He grabs my forearm before I can take three steps away from him.
“Come on, Prue. You can’t take your car, if you open the front door the water will flood the inside if it hasn’t already. Let me just drive you home, alright?”
“You can’tpossiblybelieve it would be alright to, especially after what you asked me.”
“I don’t see why not? What am I supposed to do, just let you drown trying to get to your car?” He asks with a frown and a frustrated grunt filled with disbelief escapes me.
“Are youthatclueless? Maybe that’s why you got divorced in the first place. Do you really think I want to spend just five minutes stuck in a car with you after all that? Do you thinkMeredithwould be happy to hear all about you driving me home?”
“It’s different, you’re—”
“It’s not!” I yell, interrupting him. “And I amnota fucking home-wrecker, but I won’t transfer station just because you can’t keep it in your pants.So let’s get this straight right now, because I’m about to push you under the water flooding my car. We had mediocre sex and it drove your ex so jealous that you somehow ended up back together. If what you said is true, then good for you, I’m glad you got your shit back together. But if you ask me or make me transfer for a reason or another, I’ll fucking drown you in a bottom shelf whisky pool and fucking charge you for it!”
He’s staring at me with wide eyes and I pull my arm back with another frustrated grunt. I turn around and open the trunk of the car carefully to take the bag filled with my purchases of the day.
I stare at the trunk for a couple of seconds, considering reaching the front seat by pushing the back seat and climbing but I give up when I notice the water already inside in the front. Even if I manage to reach the driver seat, the car will probably not start. And how could it when water has been pouring over the hood for who knows how long?
I close the trunk, holding my bag in my other hand and turn back around to face a gaping and embarrassed Raphaël.
I take the couple of steps separating us and slam my keys against his chest. “I’ll take an Uber.”
He catches my keys before they drop when I pull my hand back from him and I start walking to the elevator.
“You won’t find any Uber working with that weather,” he says, but doesn’t try to catch me again.
“Then I’ll fucking walk,” I snap as I climb in.
10
BULLSHIT
Jack: I think Prue is angry with me.
Nuri: What have you done?
Jack: Why do you expect I’ve done anything?
Nuri: Well, have you?
Jack: I just told her something.
Jack: That I did in college.
Nuri: That’s a long list, you’re gonna have to narrow it down.
Jack: UUUGH Alright.
