booth. Rebecca set her purse down on the opposite side of the booth and slid in.
“It’s been at least a year I’m pretty sure…” Rebecca’s voice quieted.
“Wow. Jeez!” Christina said as she turned and looked out across the floor trying to spot their waiter. Seeing him weave between the tables refilling coffee, Christina snapped a couple times getting his attention and mouthed “We are ready.”
“So… How’s Jared?” Rebecca asked with a fake smile. Christina knew how Rebecca felt about the whole restriction he had put on her after they were married.
“Shut it Rebecca… I know you are still pissed at him,” Christina said sharply. The waiter approached the table and asked what he could get for them. “I’ll take a Turkey club on rye with a small side salad,” Christina said handing him her menu.
“I’ll take a Cesar salad,” Rebecca said. Looking at Christina’s ice tea, she said, “I’ll also take a water with lemons on the side, like 4 slices.” The waiter nodded and left the table. Directing her attention to Christina, Rebecca said, “Yeah, I’m pissed I can’t hang out with my friend anymore… but I still like to know how he is and how you guys are doing.”
“Well, we are good. We started watching this series-” Christina said before Rebecca interrupted her.
“A series? Is that what your life has become? Watching television? Ha… Hope it’s worth it.” Rebecca’s bitterness is much of what caused the break in communication between the two the first time around.
“If you want to just insult me… I can leave. I shouldn’t have ever texted you.” Christina started to stand up. Rebecca leaned over the table and grabbed her arm setting her back down in the booth.
“Don’t be that way!” Rebecca snapped. Be nice to your friend, even if her life is boring now, she’s still your lifelong friend. Who knows? Maybe she’ll end up divorced. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said anything about the T.V. watching…”
“The strangest part of you Rebecca is the fact you are searching for a man… I mean how can you despise Jared for not wanting me to go hang out with you in the bars and clubs anymore but think you’ll find a good and decent man that’s okay with you doing it?”
“It’s called trust Christina. He should be able to trust you if the two of you got married.”
“It’s not about trust. Being a married woman, I have no place in a bar. What does going to a bar or club accomplish in my life? Nothing.”
“It’s fun to just dance and hang out…”
“Hang out? We can’t even hear each other over the music and there are tons of people everywhere and most are single and looking to do things that are just not right…”
“My man out there will be fine with it. I’m not going to allow my life to become boring and dull because of some man.”
“It’s not dullness Rebecca; it’s just a different part of life. Clubs and bars are for adults without responsibilities or kids and if they have either one of them, it’s not a place for them to be. I honestly believe that.” Rebecca’s annoyance soared as her friend who would go club hopping through the weekend nights explained to her how she doesn’t care about her old life. The food arrived which was an excellent break in the conversation, a few more words out of Christina’s mouth and Rebecca was about to freak out. The food on the table seemed to shift the topic. “So Jonathan got hurt jumping at Raze?”
Using her napkin, Rebecca wiped her mouth and finished chewing. “He didn’t actually jump at all. He was up there and getting ready when he slipped and banged his head against the railing.”
“Ouch!” Christina said with a cringe.
“Yeah. He’s at the hospital right now. They did an MRI earlier today and he is good. He just has a broken rib and a concussion.”
“Oh, you’ve been up there to see