Tag: drama
We’d have to run
I’ve got to hand it to you people. You really know how to welcome a girl back. Thank you.
I have so many things to tell you about, but sitting down to do
it is not so easy. Last week was a blur of pizza-testing,
potential staff-interviewing, convection-oven buying, and
kitchen-rearranging, and then on Saturday evening, just as we
were rounding up a long day of errands, Brandon gashed the side
of his thumb on a sheet of stainless steel in a home improvement
store. I looked down at his hand for an instant, just long
enough to see a lot of blood, and then I gave him a Kleenex and
proceeded to quietly hyperventilate. Clearly, he was going to
lose his thumb. I mean, right? He wouldn’t be able to cook. We’d
lose the restaurant before it was even open. We’d be up to our
eyeballs in debt. He’d get depressed. He’d fall in with a bad
crowd. Actually, it would probably be worse than a bad crowd: it
would be a dangerous street gang whose initiation requirements
would include the ritual severing of a finger. (He’d be a
shoo-in.) He wouldn’t come home for weeks. I would cry myself to
sleep. One night, high on who knows what, he would steal some
money from one of the gang leaders, and he’d bring it to me,
stumbling and crying, promising to come home, to help me pay
down our debt.
We’ll start over, he
would plead. But they would put out a hit on him, and we’d have
to run. We’d go to Oklahoma, to my mother’s house, to hide. He
would have to live in the attic, and I would have to tell people
that he was dead. It would be hard, but sometimes, when I had a
little pocket money, I would buy his favorite Tropicana orange
juice, the kind with just the right amount of pulp, and late at
night, when no one could see the attic light flick on, I would
sneak it up to him, the whole half-gallon, because it was the
only thing that could make him happy. It was all over for
Delancey, but we would have each other.
Anyway.
As you can see, Saturday evening was pretty scary. We went to the emergency room, and there was more bleeding, and four hours later, he was discharged with a hefty supply of gauze and medical tape. Turns out, the cut is deep, but it didn’t hit any tendons or ligaments or bone, and he’s going to be okay. One-handed for a while, but okay.
And I’ll be back tomorrow with a recipe for you.