Tandem Tuesday: Chapter 4

“Em, you have to let me pay you back!” Kat tried to remain firm but wilted under Em’s no-nonsense gaze. “Absolutely not. We’ve been talking about this for years.”

“Yeah, and it was always just talk! The Bahamas is ridiculously expensive! How did you even pay for this?”

Cabbage Beach, Nassau, Bahamas

“Don’t you worry about it. I figure maybe a beautiful beach full of hot guys will knock you out of this funk you’ve been in.” Kat looked away, a slight flush creeping up her cheeks. “Oh, please Kat! Your ex might be a total shithead, but that doesn’t make things any easier, I know.”

“Em! Language!” Kat stared at her Grandmother in shock, she had never heard Em swear before.

“You want to talk about language? I wish you could have known your Grandfather before he passed. You haven’t heard swearing until you’ve spent evenings with a bunch of Navy sailors who’ve got a few beers in them. Besides, he is a shithead.”

Kat couldn’t deny that much. At first, she had thought Zachary was a genius. It had seemed almost unreal that this towering intellectual was interested in her. It wasn’t until much later that she figured out the truth. Much of his intelligence was really arrogance and condescension. He knew she was awed by him, that’s why he has chosen her. Not because he wanted to be with her, but because he wanted to be adored. When it came to the messy realities of life, he was woefully incapable.

Kat knew it was over the day she confided in him for the first time. In retrospect, it should have been more of a red flag that they had been married a year and a half, and she had never talked to him about anything deeper than his latest theory on something-or-another. But he had asked, absently, about how close she and Em were, he found their relationship, in his own words, “odd”.

So, Kat had told him the whole story. The wreck, the funerals, finding out she had a Grandmother, everything poured out of her. When her voice wavered, eyes growing misty from emotion, Zachary finally looked at her, a look of distaste on his face. “Please tell me you aren’t going into histrionics Kathryn. You were ten years old.”

“They were my PARENTS Zachary!”

He merely sighed and turned away. “We’ll revisit the conversation when you decide to control yourself.”

Looking out the plane window as they started to descend, white sand and crystal blue waters filling her vision, Kat made up her mind to put Zachary away where he belonged, in the trash heap of her memories.

“Yep. Shithead.”

to be continued…

Cent’anni, Bitches!

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