Matt and I were sharing a small space, but it felt like we were talking less. He was always distracted when we were together, either actually on his phone or computer or sometimes just lost in his head, planning the next event, trying to think of ways to get Jimmy’s name out there.
One night, I asked him what he was working on, not because I actually cared all that much, but because we needed something to talk about. The campaign was the one thing that would make him chatty, and it happened again that night. He went on and on, telling me about a nun he’d contacted who was working to educate people about fracking in the Eagle Ford Shale and how she might do a joint event with Jimmy. He got so excited when he talked about these things. Whenever I told him about my day (and granted, I didn’t do anything all that interesting most of the time), I could feel his attention wander.
“It’s impressive how much you’ve learned,” I told him. “Seriously, it sounds like something you’ve been passionate about your whole life.”
“It’s so disturbing, Beth,” he said to me. “I just didn’t really know much about it before. I don’t think a lot of people do, even here. But we have a chance to change that.”
I moved closer to him in bed and kissed his shoulder. “Did anyone ever tell you how smart you are?” I asked. “And also, how nice?” I ran my hands over his stomach, letting my fingers brush under the waistband of his boxers. But he just pulled my head toward him for a hug and started reading an e-mail on his phone, wordlessly shutting me down, letting me know that having sex with me was less interesting than a nun and some oil drills. Not exactly what I’d hoped for.
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Matt arranged for Jimmy to be gone the weekend of February 14—first at a gumbo festival just outside of Austin on Friday night, and then at four different events in the city on Saturday. When Matt scheduled this, he hadn’t realized (I assume) that February 14 was, of course, Viv’s first birthday, and so when Ash saw the schedule she had a minor meltdown.
“You can’t be gone for her birthday!” she said. She was standing in the office in front of the large whiteboard calendar that hung on the wall and kept track of Jimmy’s schedule. She and I had been on our way out to lunch and had stopped in to tell the guys we were going—it was just a coincidence that she looked up at the calendar.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think about it,” Matt said. He glanced over at Jimmy, who I knew had approved the trip. It was one thing for Matt to forget his goddaughter’s first birthday, but Jimmy should’ve seen this coming.
“It’s a weekend trip,” Jimmy said. “I just figured we’d all be going.” He didn’t sound concerned.
“Can’t you go down there on Saturday?” Ash asked. She was looking at Matt, who was staring at papers on his desk. “I wanted to have all the grandparents over for dinner on Friday. I figured we wouldn’t be able to have a real party for her, but I at least wanted to do that.”
“We’ll do it when we get back,” Jimmy said. “She won’t know the difference. She doesn’t know what day it is—she doesn’t even know where her nose is.”
Ash opened her mouth as if she were going to say something more, but then just turned and walked out of the room. I followed her and we went to lunch, where she said to me, “There’s no point in fighting it. He’s going to get his way anyway.”
But that night at dinner, Ash got up when we were just about halfway through, claiming that she had a headache and needed to lie down. A few minutes later, Matt excused himself to go down to the basement to answer some e-mails. He seemed so distracted, so focused on work, that I’m not even sure he noticed the tension at dinner.
“And then there were two,” I said to Jimmy, raising my eyebrows at him across the table. He stood up and went to the refrigerator, pulled out two beers, and held one toward me. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
I got up and started carrying the dishes to the sink and rinsing them off. “You don’t have to do that,” Jimmy said, carrying his plate over. “Or at least let me help.”
“We’re not guests anymore,” I said. “You can’t keep treating us like we are.”
“Fair enough,” Jimmy said, grinning at me. He sat back down at the table.
“I’d do this more if Ash let me, you know. Last week, she took our dirty towels from Matt’s hands as he was going to put them in the wash. She insisted she do them herself.”
“Yeah, she’s a little anal with everything in the new house,” he said.
We didn’t talk for a few minutes as I loaded the dishwasher and wiped the counter. Finally, when I sat back down at the table, I said, “It’s so quiet.”
“Yeah,” Jimmy said. “But if you listen closely you can hear the sounds of fracking statistics and angry birthday party planning coming from all around us.”
“Don’t be mean,” I said, but I laughed.
Jimmy grinned and clinked the top of his bottle against mine. “We don’t have to tell anyone, but let’s just admit that we’re the best ones.”