Girls in White Dresses - JENNIFER CLOSE [56]
Isabella just shrugged and shook her head. “Sure,” she said. “No problem.”
Isabella was always so serious. She constantly reminded Cate that she was older, and said things like “When I was your age” and “You’ll understand in a few years.” Whenever Cate told her to calm down, she said, “I don’t have any time left to fool around.” Isabella was only three years older than Cate, but she acted like she was a hundred. If Cate told her about Bridget and Jim, there was a good chance she would shake her head and say, “Oh, children these days.”
Cate’s phone wouldn’t stop ringing the rest of the afternoon, but she refused to answer it. “What is going on?” Isabella demanded.
“I’m just trying to avoid a phone call.”
“The stalker?” Isabella asked. “Why don’t you just look at the caller ID?”
“No. You don’t know this girl. She could be calling from any number.”
“I guess,” Isabella said. She chewed on her lip and looked concerned. “You know, I was thinking about the pigeons.”
“Really?” Cate asked.
“Yeah, I mean, you’re right. It could have been just some random man stealing them.”
“I know,” Cate said. “But why wouldn’t anyone have stopped him?”
Isabella shrugged. “Sometimes I think that if you do something with enough confidence in New York, you can get away with anything. If you pretend to have authority, people never question you.”
“I think you’re right.” Cate swallowed, looked back at her computer, and started typing.
Cate left work and stood on the corner waiting for the bus. A pigeon bobbed its head and walked toward her. She waited for it to stop and turn around, but it kept coming. Its beak was open, like it was going to bite her. She kicked her shoe at it and backed up, but it just flapped its wings at her. The people across the street watched her, giving her strange looks. The pigeon kept coming closer, and Cate wondered if it was a rabid pigeon. Was there such a thing? She kicked at it again and screamed, “Aughh!” Finally it turned to walk away. “Fuck you,” Cate said to its back. She could have sworn it turned around to look at her. “You better watch it,” she said. “There are people out there who can take you.” The man next to her moved two steps away.
Cate stopped on the way home to get a bottle of wine, and opened it as soon as she got into her apartment. She poured some into a glass and took a sip before she even took off her jacket. No matter how many times she’d tried to make sense of it, she couldn’t. “Bridget and Jim,” she repeated aloud. “Bridget and Jim.”
Finally, after a couple glasses of wine, she picked up the phone and called her friend Julia. “You won’t believe this,” Cate said. “I had lunch with Bridget today—I know, I know, she’s a crazy person. But listen to what she told me. She’s obsessed with Jim and totally stalking him. Yes, that Jim. I know, she’s nuts.” Cate took another sip of wine and smiled. “I think she’s breaking him down,” she said. “You know how she is. I know, I know. You almost feel sorry for him. Poor bastard.”
Riding backwards on a train makes me sick,” Lauren said. Everyone ignored her. They were sitting in a four-person seat on the Long Island Rail Road, facing each other with their knees touching. “I’m serious, you guys, I might throw up. I always get motion sick when I ride backwards.”
“You feel sick because you drank about forty-five vodka tonics last night,” Mary said. She leaned forward and sniffed. “You smell like you just took a shot. I’m serious. I can smell liquor on your breath.”
“Please stop it,” Lauren said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the seat. “Could someone please just switch with me?”
“Fine, I will,” Isabella said.
They stood up and grasped elbows, turning until they were on opposite sides. Lauren knocked Mary’s coffee when she sat down and Mary swore at her. They were all annoyed. They were on their way to Long Island for a wedding shower and they were all annoyed.
“This isn’t helping,” Lauren said, and leaned forward to rest her head in her lap. “I hate Long Island.”
“No kidding,