The Boys of Blueberries

6

"He kicked me out," Sabina hisses.

Andy gasps. "He kicked you out?"

MJ snickers. "He kicked you out."

"Nobody kicks me out," Sabina says, sitting back against her pedicure chair, stunned. "I—I do the kicking out."

"He broke her," Andy whispers loudly to MJ.

"I'm beautiful," Sabina says, gesturing to her face, and then to her body, "I'm sexy, I'm definitely desirable. Why the fuck did he kick me out?"

MJ sighs and stretches her arm out to take one of Sabina's hands with mock sympathy. "Oh, sweetheart. The poor boy wants nothing to do with you now, you traumatized him."

Madeline, MJ's mother, steps out of the massage room with a satisfied and relaxed smile on her face. She clicks her tongue as she's led to a pedicure chair. "Sabina. What did you do to the poor boy? You scared him off?"

"Mom." MJ laughs, shaking her head. "It's worse. He won't even touch her."

Sabina can't find it in her to be embarrassed talking about this with MJ's mother. Since Andy's return to South Bend, Madeline took it upon herself to take the girls out for a Spa Day once every month—a chance to get away from all work and all stress, and then they get brunch afterwards with bellinis and mimosas and talk about what girls talk about with their mother.

The strawberry blonde of Madeline's hair is washed out with soft gray, and despite the wrinkles and lines caused by her aging, the beam on her face makes her look younger. Madeline carries herself with so much grace and elegance; it's not a wonder MJ is her daughter.

Now, she's Sabina's and Andy's mother, too.

"Whatever," the model grumbles, giving out her arm for an oatmeal hand scrub. "He doesn't want me, fine. I can deal."

"But you want him," Andy sing-songs, admiring the powder blue color of her toes, stretching her legs out to wiggle them. She has a dumb smile on her face. "Just be honest, Sab."

MJ holds up a hand and tilts her head to look at Sabina. "Do you even know anything about this man? Aside from, you know, what he's like in bed."

"He has a surgeon for a sister," Sabina grumbles, rolling her eyes. "And he likes blueberries."

Andy raises an eyebrow. "Blueberries."

"And?" Madeline prompts.

"And that he likes making coffee—you know what? I don't have to know him. I just want him, I need some release and he's hot as shit."

The nail technicians are trying really hard to look like they're not interested. Sabina meets hers in the eye and she smiles, sickly sweet. The nail technician turns away, clearing her throat.

Andy shrugs. "Then be honest with him. You know, take the first step."

Sabina groans loudly in frustration. "I already did, I went to his damned condo unit. And you know, you're in no place to give me advice, you're a kid."

Andy flashes her a sweet grin and holds up her hand, showing off her sparkling ring. "I'm married."

Sabina scowls. "Still a kid to me."

Madeline clicks her tongue and shakes her finger at her, giving her a pointed look. "Ah, ah. No fighting, girls. We're here to destress, and talking about Sabina's..."

"Victim," MJ supplies helpfully.

"Object of anger," Andy chimes in.

"Mother said no fighting," Sabina reminds them through gritted teeth, grinning sweetly at her best friends.