She sighs. “Better. Her snotting has stopped and she barely has a cough. I made her go back to the doctor yesterday anyway to get more medicine so whatever that junk is doesn’t come back.”
Thank God for Christa. I’d have been harping on Daisy to do the same thing as well.
“Do you think you can at least ask her to call me? I haven’t seen her for a week and I need to hear her voice to make sure she’s good.”
“She really is. She starts work with me on Monday. So at least you know where she’ll be from five until midnight all week.”
“You sure she’s good to do that? She’s not too sick?”
“No. I meant it when I said she’s better. The extra round of antibiotics is just precautionary. Honest.”
I’d rather hear Daisy tell me this.
“But I will call her and ask for her to call you. Does she have your number?”
“I put it in her phone myself. Doesn’t mean she kept it though.”
“I’ll text it to her to make sure.”
It’s something at least. “Thanks, Christa. I appreciate it.”
“Just promise me you won’t hurt her. She’s been through a lot and doesn’t need any more heartache.”
“It’s not my intention.”
“Doesn’t matter if it’s not your intention. It can still happen. The bunnies won’t make it easy for either of you.”
“Fuck the bunnies.”
“Precisely my point.”
“Since I met her, looking at another woman does shit for me.”
“Good, let’s hope it stays that way. I’ll call her now.”
“Why not just go upstairs?”
“Because leaving my room means dealing with the shit show downstairs who might be up here looking for an empty, unlocked room.”
“Good point.”
Once I say goodbye, I order pizza. It’s not good for me, I know, but I’ve been good for weeks. A couple of slices of pizza is not going to set back my progress if I eat clean for the next few weeks.
The pizza arrives and I eat half of it before my phone rings. I fully expect it be Christa telling me Daisy wouldn’t call. When I see her name lit up on the screen, a knot in my stomach untangles itself.
“Hey, Daisy.”
“Why did you phone Christa to get me to call you?”
She sounds surly, but I’ll take it. “Because you never act like you want me to call you.”
“Ever think the reason for that is because I didn’t want you to?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were actually getting better. Christa can tell me all day long you’re okay, but until I hear it for myself, I’m going to worry.”
She’s completely quiet when I tell her that.
“If you don’t want to talk or me to call, then I won’t until you tell me it’s okay. I just had to be sure for myself you were getting better.”
