“You’re up early,” Courtney says as I enter the kitchen. She has on a pink bikini and black board shorts and starts dumping ice into a red cooler. I cross the kitchen, grab an apple, and then take a bite.
“You sleep okay?” she asks as she puts bottles of water into the cooler.
“No, not really.” I reply, taking a seat at the kitchen bar. I kept thinking about Ryan, vacillating between being upset and being angry. Finally, anger won as the clock neared three. He should not have walked off last night. If he had really cared about me, he would have stayed and comforted me. “So, uh, where are you going today?”
“We’re going to Daytona.”
“No, I’m not. I’m going home today.”
“But you can’t.”
“And why not?”
“Because Caitlyn’s on her way here.”
“Great. If I left, I would never hear the end of it.” Caitlyn, the final member of our friendship foursome, has a very unforgiving spirit for a professed Christian, but I won’t judge. I’ll leave that to God.
“Yes, you would never hear the end of it from her or me.”
I shake my head and drift back into the bedroom, rethinking my plans, while I don a bright blue bikini for the fifth consecutive day.