“Chrissy is still at the trailer. She assured me she’d be fine. She has her phone. She didn’t want to make more of a scene, thinking the same thing you did—that mom’s high and will forget it tomorrow. I offered to stay, but she said Mom was going off about both of us. Chrissy was worried that I’d set her off if she came back and I was there.”
“This is so fucking crazy,” I growl.
“Yeah, it is,” Cammy says.
“Are you home?”
“Yeah, lying in bed. It’s so weird. And quiet and big.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, real problems.” I clear my throat. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Did you lose your job?” she asks dryly.
“No, thank you very much. This is serious, though.”
“What’s going on?”
“Before I left Harmon’s, he offered to get us a lawyer to, uh, take Mom to court.”
“For what?”
“For me to be Chrissy’s guardian, this way we can—”
“Did you tell him yes?” she blurts.
“I said I would think about it.”
“What’s to think about, Cassius? This would fix everything.”
“I don’t know, Cammy, it just hit me all at once that I’d be responsible for her. Like… actually responsible like a parent.”
“You’ve been doing that anyway, you dimwit!”
“That’s what he said,” I mumble as I come to a stop sign, look both ways then keep going.
“Well, if you don’t do it, I will, but I think you’ll have more luck.”
“Why’s that?”
“You’re way more charming than me. Plus, you’re older.”
“Harmon said it in a way that it wouldn’t matter who it is. He’s rich. He knows powerful lawyers. If we do this, it’s a sure thing regardless.”
“Then call him back and tell him you want to do it tomorrow.”
“I am not calling him back tonight, but I will let him know tomorrow. Do you need anything before I get home?”
“No, just hurry up so I can fall asleep to your snoring. It’s too quiet.”
“Put on the TV you lunatic.”
She groans. I laugh as I end the call and hurry home.
I’m lying in bed, listening to Cammy’s snoring coming from the other room as I stare at the ceiling.
I can’t sleep. My mind is going and I can’t shut it off.
Too many things happened today.