“It’s his kid and maybe Mom is married to someone else.”
I try to picture that for a second. I don’t know anything about Abbot’s personal life. He could date women, men, or tentacled elder gods for all I know. I look at Candy.
“You’re getting good at that detective stuff.”
“I know,” she says. “That’s why I’m with Julie and you got fired.”
“Thanks for bringing that up again.”
“Blame it on the dog.”
When we finish the tamales, Candy grabs the plates, takes them into the kitchen, and ditches them in the sink. She comes back into the bedroom and crawls onto my lap.
I start to kiss her, but she pulls back.
“What’s wrong?”
“What happened to your eye?” she says.
I reflexively touch the bruise.
“It’s nothing. Like I said, I bumped my head leaving Abbot’s boat tonight.”
“Sandman Slim walks into doors?”
“Hey, a guy snuck up behind me tonight and sneaked a selfie before I knew it.”
“That I can believe,” she says, and rolls off me onto her back. “I know there’s something wrong with you, but I can’t help if you won’t let me.”
“I’m okay,” I say.
“No, you’re not. This isn’t the first time you’ve come home bruised. You’re usually better at hiding them, but I know your body pretty well, so I notice them even when I don’t say anything.”
I put a hand down on the bed and she reaches out and wraps her warm hand around one of my fingers. I don’t want to look at her, so I look at my hand. Old scars gleam white like I stuck my hand into a metal grinder looking for my car keys.
“I’m still getting used to this new life is all. I’m a little off balance.”
She rolls onto her stomach and looks at me.
“Know how we just talked about me being a detective? If you’re doing something to hurt yours
elf, I’ll find out.”
“Let it go this time, okay? I’m just a little off balance, but I’m getting better.”
“Okay,” she says uncertainly. “But I reserve the right to bring it up again if I suspect you of asshole behavior.”
“Agreed.”
She sits up and kisses me.
“You told me I could tell you anything. You can do the same with me.”
“I’ll remember that. Thanks.”
She puts her arms around me and I just hold her like that for a while. I feel something light slide down my chest. She’s crying or I’m sweating. Probably both. I feel like I’m fourteen, caught in a lie within a lie with no way to get out.
“Do you want to get a dog sometime?” Candy says.