No wonder her dad was extra annoyed when she reappeared… For the same reasons as Marcie, but because of Marcie as well. Although, she would have paid to see those arguments… Old army doctor and a feisty baker? That would make one heck of an entertaining show!
Bringing herself back to reality, Mish nodded.”I’m sorry. I’m going to say that a million times over the next week but I do mean it,” she assured. “I should have told someone something. But when you want to get lost for a bit, well, you can literally get lost. And the whole phone thing too. So. Yeah.”
Seeing Marcie’s expression change squeezed Mish’s heart. She really did hurt her best friend and that would take some true sisterly bonding time to make things right again.
“Marce,” she said, moving to crouch down beside her. “Look. I’m sorry. I really am. But I’m here now. And I have no intentions of leaving again. I am in a much better place now and I’ve been able to control the old demons. Kick those fuckers to the curb, alright?”
Smiling softly, she took Marcie’s hand and squeezed. “You are my best friend. May not have been around the longest, but you stayed and that, my friend, is what counts. Next time I go anywhere far away, it’ll be to a vacation. With you. To someone nice and warm where we can just forget everything and be our silly selves. Deal?”
It had been a hell of a show. Marcie recalled a tall, lanky, blunt man kept having to pick her up and put her outside of the house to keep her from bothering Mish’s dad. A work friend, she thought. “I know you are and I know I’m not making any of this easier on you by freaking out,” she admitted. “There’s... so much that goes on in the world now and I couldn’t handle the thought that something may have happened to you.”
She nibbled on her cupcake for a moment and listened as Mish spoke. It was when she got up that she finally put the sweet on the table again. “Definitely. They can’t hurt you anymore and if they try, we’ll chase them out with three priests and a ton of crucifixes, right?” The visual made her giggle softly but the amusement didn’t touch her eyes. Worry still laid there.
Holding on to Mish’s hands, Marcie tried her best not to let her emotions get the better of her. It was hard though, so much more difficult than she ever could have predicted.
“I’ll always stay,” she declared. “Why wouldn’t I? Some nice sandy beach where we can sit around and have hot people bring us drinks like queens?” Laughter bubbled out of her and Marcie doubled over, almost putting her forehead on Mish’s. The idea was silly but hilarious. “How is it that even when I’m upset with you, you can still manage to make me smile? It’s not fair!”
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