Meredith, elbow-deep in soapy water, said, “Okay. ”
Nina must have misheard. “Did you say—”
“Don’t make a lunar mission out of it. ” Meredith walked over to the table, plucked up Nina’s plate and silverware, and went back to the sink.
“Wow,” Nina said. “We haven’t gotten drunk together since . . . Have we ever gotten drunk together?”
Meredith dried her hands on the pink towel that hung from the oven door. “You’ve gotten drunk while I was in the room, does that count?”
Nina grinned. “Hell, no, that doesn’t count. Pull up a chair. ”
“I’m not drinking vodka, though. ”
“Tequila it is. ” Nina got up before Meredith could change her mind; she ran into the living room, grabbed a bottle of tequila from the wet bar, and then snagged salt, limes, and a knife on her way back through the kitchen.
“Aren’t you going to mix it with something?”
“No offense, Mere, but I’ve seen you drink. If I mix it with anything, you’ll just sip it all night and I’ll end up drunk and you’ll be your usual cool, competent self. ” She poured two shots, sliced a lime, and pushed the glass toward her sister.
Meredith wrinkled her nose.
“It’s not heroin, Mere. Just a shot of tequila. Take a walk on the wild side. ”
Meredith seemed to decide all at once. She reached out, grabbed the shot, and downed it.
When her eyes bulged, Nina handed her the lime. “Here. Bite down on this. ”
Meredith made a whooshing sound and shook her head. “One more. ”
Nina drank her own shot and poured them each another, which they drank together.
Afterward, Meredith sat back in her chair, pushing a hand through her perfectly smooth hair. “I don’t feel anything. ”
“You will. Hey, how do you manage to keep looking so . . . neat all the time? You’ve been packing boxes all day, but you still look ready for lunch at the club. How does that happen?”
“Only you can make looking nice sound like an insult. ”
“It wasn’t an insult. Honestly. I just wonder how you stay so . . . I don’t know. Forget it. ”
“There’s a wall around me,” Meredith said, reaching for the tequila, pouring herself another shot.
“Yeah. Like a force field. Nothing reaches your hair. ” Nina laughed at that. She was still laughing when Meredith drank her third shot, but when her sister gulped it down and glanced sideways, Nina saw something that made her stop laughing. She didn’t know what it was, a look in Meredith’s eyes, maybe, or the way her mouth kind of flitted downward.
“Is something wrong?” Nina asked.
Meredith blinked slowly. “You mean besides the fact that my father died at Christmas, my mom is going crazy, my sister is pretending to help me, and my husband . . . is gone tonight?”
Nina knew it wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, besides that. And anyway, you know your life rocks. You’re one of those wonder women who do everything right. That’s why Dad always counted on you. ”
“Yeah. I guess,” Meredith said.
“It’s true,” Nina said with a sigh, thinking suddenly about her dad again, and how she’d let him down. She wondered how long it would last, this sudden bobbing up of her grief. Would it ever just submerge?
“You can do everything right,” Meredith said quietly, “and still end up in the wrong. And alone. ”
“I should have called Dad more from Africa,” Nina said. “I knew how much my phone calls meant to him. I always thought there was time. . . . ”
“Sometimes the door just slams shut, you know? And you’re all by yourself. ”