“No.”
I laughed harder. “So your mom put that in my bag. And you used sex paraphernalia that your mother bought on me?”
It should have freaked me out, but it didn’t. After getting to know Paula, I accepted who she was the way Mike had accepted me with my flaws.
“Syd, it’s not funny.” He took the container and tossed it across the room.
“It’s so funny. So, sooooo funny. I wonder if your parents bumped uglies in your house.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“They so did. Why do you think your dad wanted you to stay at my house? They had nookie in your house like kids.”
He put his fingers to his ears. “I’m not listening. La-la-la-la-la-la-la.”
I hopped off the bed and crooked my finger. “Come here, Officer Murphy. It’s time for my sentencing.”
Sydney
“Syd, I’m sorry, but it’s going to be an all-nighter. Bill’s sick, and I need to help cover his shift. We’re short-staffed since Doug is still out. He’s due in next week.”
After the memorial service, Doug had taken two weeks off to mourn the loss of his daughter with his wife, Gladys. It was still hard to believe Vickie was gone. I would need to go see them soon and have Peggy over for dinner. When Doug planned to return to work, Gladys was going to come help Marie at the clinic. For as long as she wanted a job at the clinic, she’d have one.
I curled up on my couch. “Maggie Maye and I are good. We’re going to go to bed shortly. Do you need anything?”
“You.”
I bit my lip, remembering Mike’s good-bye to me this morning before I headed to the clinic. “I wish you were here.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow morning. It might be eight or nine. I get off in the middle of the night, and I’ll crash at my place before I come over.”
I wished he’d come here, but I knew he’d be exhausted and I didn’t want to be clingy. It was hard being away from Mike.
“Sounds good. Night. Miss you.”
“Miss you, too, baby. Tomorrow I’ll be all yours.”
“Good.”
We hung up, and I laid my head back on the couch, still feeling out of sorts. Nothing else had been found on the journal. It felt like a dead end, and I’d never find the answers.
There was a quiet knock at the door. I peered through the peephole to find Wesley.
“Well, hey, stranger. Where have you been?”
Wesley adjusted his suit jacket. “Can I come in? I hope this isn’t a bad time.”
“Mike’s working late. Come on in.”