Friday - Wk 1 Chp 3 - You What?

"Um," I answered the angry voice on the other line, afraid to get out the rest of my words.

"You have got to be kidding me," my younger sister scolded. It's funny how things always seem to turn a one-eighty.

"I'm not," I said.

"You call me on my honeymoon to tell me some of the most disturbing news I have ever heard? How could you?" I could almost see her biting down on a quivering lower lip, as she always did when she was upset and about to cry.

"Linds, I..."

"No, don't call me that, Julia. You've betrayed me. I can't forgive you for this," she griped.

"Oh, come on! You're the one to talk about betrayal," I shouted. "It's not like I took him while you were still dating him."

"That isn't fair," her voice cracked.

"Yes, it is," I countered.

"You took the newlywed title from me, too," she stated in a bitter voice. "You couldn't wait a full day? You just had to elope the same night?"

"I wasn't thinking about it when it happened," I told her.

I wasn't thinking much at all at the time. It was well into three pm and my head was still pounding from a hangover. I felt like I had an entire raging ocean encased within my skull, the waves crashing angrily against the walls of bone, shaking my brain and rattling my nerves.

This was all the fault of the impetuous man currently in the shower of this unfamiliar house, which I guess now belonged to me as well.