An Unfinished Business

Episode 8

Shopping is a really intricate matter for people who are either not good with clothes or enthusiastic about it. It’s a love-hate relationship. Trying on all the clothes is the love part, it boosts the serotonin and pushes up the mushy feeling but when the 100th dress is also not “the dress” it hits real deep and real hard. Luckily Sadie and I had found “the dress” at the first shop we entered; so ideally it should have taken us a couple of hours, but Sadie had vowed to devote her whole day so that she won’t get cheated on “the dress”, she still took me to 10 different shops before finally deciding that it really is the one. Looking at the mirror, dressed up in the pink knee length dress with shoulders off, I could proudly say that we wasted our 6 hours on a good thing. Sadie was wearing a black dress that was a good few inches above her knees. She looked absolutely amazing and we both were insanely happy on the few metres scrap of clothing.

We came back home and Sadie decided to stay over the night after she peed in my bath tub instead and realised that she was too drunk for everyone’s good fate. We finally retired to our room for good at 12. I was changing into my night clothes when Sadie went out to the window and pointing to the cold house said, “That’s where the penis lives, right?” I nodded my head and burst out laughing at her synonym for Ryan.

“Is he going to be there tomorrow?” she asked with those gleaming eyes.

“Yes Sadie, he is coming and I’m already warning you to stay off him! No sex with Carter!” because he’ll use her like a napkin, I didn’t add.

“Oh come on! That man will be the fruit of our hours of labour today. What’s the use of the dress otherwise?”

“Goodnight Sadie. You can sleep on the ground and lap up the sight.” I said and snuggled in my bed. She came over and pushed me aside and lay down on the bed besides me.

“Fucking penis.” She said and switched off the bed lamp while I started another round of giggles.

It was early hours of dawn or late, late night, when my phone buzzed as loud as a baby wailing. I picked up.

“Hello Doctor Messed up.” It was Kate

“You couldn’t find a better time?” I said, pissed for my broken dreams.

“Define better.” She said.

“When there’s no REM, I suppose?”

“Stop with the biology. You told me to call you ASAP, remember? You should be thankful I called.”

“Yes of course. To a person who misses 101% of my calls, thank you.”

“Cut the crap, Leighton. What’s up? I heard from my precious sources that you got kissed? Is that possible? Do you allow people to do that? I thought you quit being sexually active since 2010.”

“Ha-ha. The great anchor makes a joke. I don’t have any idea why I put up with you.”

“Uh for the reasons you quoted in that email. Which reminds me, what happened?”

“Okay well, um.., it’s a very long story actually. But firstly, no we didn’t kiss. You remember when I had gone to that visit from my hospital? Well when I returned he came to my house to see me. And of course asked me out…” I continued and told her everything. After I was finished she was quiet for what seemed like eternity.

“Say something Kate!”

“Um well this is unusual stuff. Do you think he likes you?”

“Yikes no! Not at all. He’s the same with every woman/girl/female. At least that’s what I think. That’s the only way he could’ve banged all of Texas, right?”