"Or whatever," I said. I turned back to Bishop. "Don't forget the bacon," I said. "And extra butter. Selenareallylikes butter. You know that, right?"
With something like a sigh, Bishop reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen, along with a small white business card. He scribbled something onto it and held the card out in my direction. I reached out and took it. I squinted down to look. On the card, I saw nothing but a barely legible phone number.
"Anything happens," Bishop said, "you call me. I'm two hours away. But I'll be here in half that time."
I stared up at him. "What? How?"
"What dickhead is trying to say," Jake said, "is that he thinks speed limits are optional." Jake turned to Bishop. "If she needs anything," Jake told him, "she'll be callingme. Not you. Now for the last time, get out."
I looked from brother to brother, trying to understand the dynamics of their relationship. I had siblings of my own, including a couple of younger brothers. I knew things could get complicated sometimes, but their level of animosity was totally foreign to me.
With a sound of disgust, Bishop turned to give me his full attention. "See you in a couple days," he said.
"What?" I said. "What's going on in two days? Is there a wedding shower or something?"
Wordlessly, Bishop he turned toward the door and started walking.
"Hey," I called after him. "Just answer the question."
At the door, Bishop finally stopped. Slowly, he turned around. "You want the answer?" he said. "Ask Jake." And with that, he opened the door, strode out, and shut it, hard, behind him.
I whirled toward Jake. "What did he mean by that?" I asked. "Do you know?"
"Eh, he's a dick," Jake said. "He didn't mean anything."
I stared up at him. "You're lying," I said. "I can tell."
Jake's gaze shifted toward the door. "Forget it," he said. "He doesn't know what he's talking about." Returning his gaze to mine, he reached for my hand. As if shaking off the gloom, he gave me a crooked smile and said, "Waffles, huh?"
