“She’ll probably only stay a few days,” I said, my voice low. “It’s not that big of a deal.”
She scoffed. “Come on. You know exactly why she’s here. You gave her the address, she googled it, she saw this big-ass house, and she caught the very next plane to get in on whatever you had going on. And now she’s boning that guy and it’s gonna be alllll the drama.”
“What is she going to do?” Justin asked, looking back and forth between us.
Maddy crossed her arms. “What she always does? Show up and leave a path of destruction in her wake? She’s not staying with us,” she said in her end-of-discussion voice.
But it was pretty clear Mom had her eyes on a much more comfortable house than ours.
“You need to tell her to leave,” Maddy said.
My head jerked back. “No!”
“What the hell do you mean no?”
“I haven’t seen her in almost two years, Maddy.”
“So?” She threw up a hand. “See her. But make her get a hotel room. We don’t need to burn bridges with the man we’re renting from. It’s going to be a shitshow.”
“She’s not going to listen to me,” I said, lowering my voice. “You know that.”
Maddy rolled her eyes in the way that I knew meant she was aware. “Please tell me I don’t have to stay and watch you eat crustaceans with that woman. Let’s just go back to the island and you see her tomorrow or something when she’s done with what’s-his-face.”
“I want to have dinner with my mom, Maddy.”
She put a thumb to her chest. “If you stay I have to stay. I’m not leaving you alone to third wheel it on whatever the hell that is.”
“I’ll stay,” Justin said.
We both looked at him.
“It’s no problem,” he said. “I can stay as late as you need. I can get Brad to run over and walk the dog. I don’t mind.”
I looked back the way Mom and Neil had gone. “The couples thing probably would be a better dynamic.” Considering they’re on a date.
“Excellent,” Maddy said. “Deal. Call me when you need me to pick you up. Justin, come push me off the dock.” She turned and stomped toward the lake.
I looked back at Justin tiredly as Maddy made her way down the lawn.
“She’s… intense?” he said.
I blew a breath through my nose. “She’s protective. We’ve been through a lot together. She doesn’t want to see me get hurt.”
“Are you going to get hurt?”
Yes, I thought. “No,” I said. “Are you sure you don’t mind being here?”
Justin shook his head. “I don’t mind. I like crustaceans.”
“If you need to go, you totally can. Just wait until Maddy leaves so she doesn’t think she’s leaving me here alone.”
“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.” He gave me that cute, dimpled smile he’d been giving me all day.
Maddy shouted from the dock. “Justin! Are you coming or what?”
Justin grinned good-naturedly. “I’ll be right back.”
I watched him walk to the beach and I let out a long breath. Maddy was right. This was bad. Mom never left anywhere on good terms. Not jobs, or apartments, or relationships. Especially relationships.
I felt so tired all of a sudden. Seeing Mom was great, a wonderful surprise. But at the same time, I wished she wasn’t here.
But then I’d just be worried about where she was.
It was like there was no peaceful place to exist, no emotional safe space. I could have chaos, or I could have worry. I could be in the tornado, or I could be in the eye. But I could never be out of the storm. It was so, so exhausting to live this way and I had always lived this way because when it came to my mother, I didn’t know how to not care. I never felt calm except for the fleeting time her perfume was strong and I knew she was okay.
But I am never really okay.
Justin pushed Maddy off the dock and started back up the beach.
I felt relieved the instant he said he would stay with me because it let Maddy off the hook. She would walk through hell for me—and this cookout was her hell. I was glad she didn’t have to be here. Sometimes her reaction to Mom was more stressful than Mom herself.
“Emma, your drink!” Mom sang, coming down from the pool with two Bloody Marys with celery, an olive, and a carrot stick poking out of the top. She made it to me the same time Justin did.
Mom gave me my glass and turned her attention on my date. “Justin.” She tried to hand him his drink, but he put up a hand. “I’m not a fan of tomato juice.”
“Oh. Okay. How about a beer?”
He nodded. “Sure. Thank you.”
