33 Mid- December, 2016 (2/2)
”It'll be nice. You have such a cute car. Let me have the keys.” The car was the type of thing older men buy to convince themselves they're still sexy. The two seats were camel-colored, the body curved and bright green. Gemma wondered if it belonged to Brooke's dad. ”I can't have you drive if you've been drinking.”
”What are you, the police?”
”Hardly.” Gemma replied
”A spy?”
”Brooke.” Gemma laughed
”Seriously, are you?”
”I can't answer that.”
”Ha. That's what a spy would say.”
It didn't matter what Gemma said or did not say to Brooke anymore. ”Let's go on a hike,” said Gemma. ”I know a place in the state park. We can drive across the Golden Gate Bridge and it'll be mad scenic.”
Brooke jangled her car keys in her pocket. ”It's kinda late.”
”Look,” Gemma said, ”we've had a misunderstanding about Will, and I'm glad you came over. Let's just go somewhere neutral and talk it out. My apartment is not the best place.”
”I don't know if I want to talk to you.”
”You showed up early,” said Gemma. ”You want to talk to me.”
”Okay, we'll talk it out, hug it out, all that,” said Brooke. ”It'll make Will happy.” She handed over the keys.
People were stupid when they drank.