Flat-Out Love - Park Jessica (книги txt) 📗

“No, it’s romantic. You’ve made an emotional connection that’s not based on superficial, daily BS.”

“Is that your official psychological interpretation?”

“Yes. Now this is all lovely, and I’m thrilled for you, but this raises an important issue for me.”

“What’s that?”

“Finn has a brother, right? At MIT?”

“Yeah. Matt. So what?”

“Set me up. You’ve never let me in the house for some stupid reason, but Matt obviously comes from good genes if the parents produced such an online hottie.”

Julie laughed. “You don’t want to go out with Matt. Trust me. He’s not your type. And he looks nothing like Finn. Besides, what about Jamie? I thought you two were still together?”

“He’s dumb. There’s no way around it. Gorgeous and sex-crazed, yes, but he’s a big, dumb stud, and I’m over it. Set me up. I need someone with a brain.”

Julie thought for a minute. She might as well. Poor Matt seemed to have no social life whatsoever, and she’d never even heard him hint at having a date. And he definitely had a brain, even if it was slightly warped. She could stay home with Celeste if Erin and Roger were out. Why not? Matt deserved a little fun.

“OK, I’ll give him your number.”

“Cool. Go find your new boyfriend online, and call me tomorrow.”

“Very funny.” Julie hung up and blew her nose.

Of all the asinine situations to get herself into. Finn and his thinly-veiled skydiving metaphor had just ruined what could have been a perfectly nice relationship with a perfectly nice guy. Seth did not deserve to get dumped for a one-sided, imaginary, online flirtation.

But maybe it wasn’t one-sided? Or imaginary.

Julie trudged up the front steps and into the house. She just wanted to go to her room. Finn’s room. Although it wasn’t even late, she was exhausted and stressed out. She was about to open the bedroom door, when she heard Erin laugh. Julie leaned her head back and saw that Erin and Roger’s door was open. Erin was sitting on the floor by the foot of the bed, smiling and holding something in her hand. She was hardly ever around in the evenings, so it was surprising to find her home.

Julie crossed the floor then stopped just before she knocked. Erin might have been laughing, but her eyes were red, her face blotchy. A full glass of red wine and an empty wine bottle were on the floor. “Erin?”

“Oh. Hi, Julie.” Erin looked up and brushed the hair out of her face. She waved her hand. “Come in. Come in.” Her speech was slightly slurred, and she picked up her glass and took a sip. “Would you like some wine? I’ll get another bottle.”

“No. Thank you.” Julie stepped into the room and could see now that Erin was holding Celeste’s barrette. “Wasn’t that a lovely gift Finn sent?”

Erin turned the clip over in her hand, her lips forming a half-smile. “It’s remarkable, isn’t it? Amazing that it reached us. Unimaginable, really. From so far away.”

Julie knelt down. “You miss him, don’t you?”

Erin nodded.

“How long has he been gone?” Julie asked.

“Oh, ages it seems. And yet,” Erin swayed forward tipsily, “with Flat Finn around, it’s like he’s still here.” She giggled. “But I know he’s not.”

“It sounds like he’s having a wonderful time on this trip. What an opportunity to be able to travel the world the way he is, right? And the volunteer work he’s involved with is incredibly generous. Think of all the good he’s doing. It must be hard, though, to have your kids grow up and move away from home.”

“It’s very hard. Finn was always so different. Such a… a light. He was everything. The family glue. Without him here…”

Julie squirmed uncomfortably. “Matt and Celeste are still at home,” she offered. “And they’re both pretty special, too.”

Erin bobbed her head up. “Of course. I love them. Although I don’t really know what to do with a girl. Poor Celeste.” She giggled. “But let me show you the difference between my boys.” Erin wobbled to a stand, lurched toward a display shelf on the far wall and then pushed some books aside, digging for something. “See this? Matt made me this when he was a kid. How ridiculous, huh?” She picked up a little woodcarving. “Who makes their mother something that says, Wow?”

Julie got up and walked toward Erin, Erin who was drunk and confused. Finn had made this for his mother. Julie took the camp project, flipped it upside down, and waited while Erin stared at it.

“Look at that! It says, Mom.” Erin burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hands and doubling over as her misinterpretation sank in.

“Finn made this for you at camp,” Julie said.

“All these years…and I thought…” Erin could hardly speak. She wiped her eyes. “What the hell kind of mother am I? What the hell kind of blind, brainless, disconnected mother am I?” Erin wasn’t laughing anymore. “Mom. It says Mom. Jesus Christ. I’m a piece of work.”

“Erin, it’s OK. Really.” Julie set the woodcarving back on the shelf, the right way.

Erin crossed the room and picked up her wine. “You sure you don’t want some? I won’t tell your mother.”

Julie shook her head. “No. I should get to bed. Where is Roger? Is he home?”

“Upstairs. In the third floor guest room. He’s been snoring with that cold he picked up, and it drives me bonkers.”

“Will you be all right? Do you want me to stay with you for a while?” Julie wasn’t dying to hang around a tipsy, emotional Erin, but she also felt bad leaving her alone. Hopefully Erin would call it a night.

“I’m fine, Julie. Perfectly fine. Promise. I don’t usually drink much. It’s making me silly and emotional.”

“OK, then. Good night.” Julie turned to leave, but Erin stopped her.

“Julie? Thank you for being here. You make the house less lonely.”

Julie smiled. “I like it here. I really do. You and Roger are so good to me, and Matt and Celeste are like the siblings I never had.”

“So you think of Matt like a brother?”

Julie nodded.

“Huh.” She sat down on the floor again. “I love my children, you know. All of them. It’s just hard. It’s hard for me to be their mother.”

Julie didn’t know what to say to this. “I know you love them. Just… Just get some sleep. You’ll feel better tomorrow.”

She tiptoed through the hall to her room. Matt’s light was off, and Flat Finn stood at alert outside Celeste’s room, reminiscent of the Queen’s guard outside Buckingham Palace. Julie shut her door and kicked off her shoes. She immediately went to the dresser and got changed for bed, pulling one of Finn’s skydiving shirts over her head. She touched the worn material, the blue having faded to a weathered, pale color, and the lettering barely readable anymore. Don’t forget to pull. But it was still Finn’s.

She crawled into bed with her phone and sent him a message. She’d already risked an elevator ride today, and despite the mishap, it had actually turned out pretty well. She was willing to take another risk. Julie wrote slowly and deliberately:

I think I’m falling for you.

She set the phone on her nightstand and turned off the light. She pulled a pillow over her head and tried to block out Erin’s drunken mood, Seth’s hurt feelings, and the stuck elevator. OK, maybe not the entire stuck elevator scene.

Too bad Matt had already gone to bed. Julie wanted to see what he thought about calling Dana. Was she even his type? Did he have a type? Was Julie Finn’s type? Was having a type bad? It might limit whom you met. Judging a book by its cover and all.

Her phone beeped, and Julie nearly smashed the lamp to the floor as she reached for the phone.

Good. I think I’m falling for you, too. Let’s not pull this chute.