Our first stop is her apartment. After a half hour of both of us searching, we find Blake’s address that she wrote down on what has to be the smallest piece of paper in the world.
“See, I told you it was in the drawer. You just didn’t look hard enough.”
“Harlow. Seriously. How do you expect to find anything in here?” I look down at the ‘junk drawer’ that she keeps. It’s ridiculous. Batteries, electrical tape, pens, phone chargers from 3 phones ago, screwdriver, and of course multiple Pez dispensers. Why not? I really need to get Nycole over here to help her organize it. There’s no telling what hazards are hidden in that drawer. It’s a freakin’ deathtrap.
“It’s a junk drawer. That’s its purpose. Come on, let’s get going. We need to devise a plan.” She throws in an evil laugh and I roll my eyes at her. I’m glad my current situation is providing my best friend with the utmost of entertainment.
On our way, we throw some ideas around before we land on something that actually shows a little promise. After fine tuning the main points of ‘Operation: Major Damage Control’, we decide we’re definitely going to need the girls’ help. I call Nancy, letting her know that we’ll be picking them up from school today and we race to get them.
The girls make a mad dash to the car when they see Harlow hanging out the window waving.
“What’s up, my beauties?” Harlow yells as she opens the door and hops out of the car while it’s still moving.
“Harlow! We missed you!” They run straight to her. Lots of hugs and kisses are exchanged. You would think the woman had been gone for years the way they were acting.
Once everyone is loaded and all the seatbelts are buckled – including Harlow who always tries to get out of it, we turn the music up in the car and jam out to the radio. Singing songs that might be deemed somewhat inappropriate for younger ears, we all laugh and scream the words as loud as we can in the car.
Finally, we make the turn into the parking lot of Rylie’s day care to pick her up.
“Aww! Do we have to get her? Can’t she just stay at school?” I watch both of them roll their eyes and let out very dramatic sighs. “You know, she is your baby sister. You should be nicer to her. She loves you so much.”
Nycole looks at me in the rearview mirror, not pleased. “I know mom, but she only wants to play with what we play with and then whines until she gets her way and we have to give it to her.”
I look at Harlow in the passenger seat. “You do realize that’s completely our fault, right?” I mutter under my breath. She laughs quietly and starts to open the door as I put the car in park. “Yeah, but she’s the baby. Isn’t that like a rite of passage or something?”
I nod my head. “Exactly. Yes, let’s go with that.” She laughs out loud and exits the car. I let Harlow go in to get her by herself. I figure it would be a nice surprise for Rylie. Plus, I need the time to discuss things with the older two.
I lower the volume on the radio and turn to face Nycole and Kyndall sitting in their seats. “Girls, we need to talk for a second.”
They both look up at me with huge eyes. I know those looks all too well. “No, it’s fine. You aren’t in trouble.” Although now I’m wondering why they automatically assume they were in trouble.
“Listen, I’m sure both of you have noticed that Blake hasn’t been around in a while?”
Kyndall raises her hand to speak. My sweet girl. “Yes, Kyndall?” I give Nycole a smirk before turning my attention to her sister.
“Is he coming back, Mama?” I can see hope in her beautiful eyes.
“Well Kyndall, I don’t know. I really hope so. But, that’s why Harlow and I picked you up today. We have an idea that we need you to help us with.”
“To get Blake back?” Nycole asks sarcastically. “Like that’s going to happen. I’m sure you chased him away for good.” She turns her head and puts it against the window, watching people pass by.
“Nycole.” She doesn’t move a muscle. “Nycole!” She continues zoning out. I soften my voice, trying a different tactic. “Nycole. Please look at me, baby.”
She glares in my direction. I feel like crawling over the seat to strangle her…but I don’t…obviously. “Nycole. I know you’re upset. Listen to me,” I say as she starts to look away. “Nycole.” I stay quiet until she turns in my direction. For once, so does Kyndall.
“Listen baby, Blake and I are adults and sometimes adults have bigger problems than you can understand right now. Blake and I have been friends for a long time. Friends sometimes get into fights, just like you do with your sisters. Sometimes things are said that you don’t mean and when that happens, you have to apologize and make it right, just like with your sisters. Regardless if Blake accepts my apology or not, I need to tell him I’m sorry because it’s the right thing to do. It’s just a little more difficult when you’re adults, that’s all.” I watch her to see if anything I just said absorbs into that thick head of hers.
I don’t think it does. Why would it? She’s had the lecture a million times and still hasn’t grasped the concept of a true apology.
She looks me dead in the eyes. “I just don’t see why it has to be so difficult. It’s not a big secret, even though you think we don’t know. It’s simple. You love him. He loves you. What’s difficult about that? Just fix it and move on. Isn’t that what people do when they love each other? Like with my sisters?”
The honesty and simplicity of her statement knock the breath out of me. I have to inhale deeply before I can continue.
“Well, that’s what I’m trying to do. To fix it. Which is why I need your help. And that, my dear, is the mission for today…if you choose to accept it.” I watch a slight smile appear on her face.
“I accept it, Mama!” Kyndall claps her hands in excitement. I shoot her a huge grin. I fix my eyes back on Nycole.
I soften my tone. “I really need your expertise on my mission. Would you like to help me?” After a few deciding seconds, she accepts with a gentle dip of her head.
“Okay,” I answer her turning around just in time to see Harlow exiting the doors with Rylie on her back. Nycole’s words are still buzzing in my head. “Then let ‘Operation: Alex Was an Idiot’ commence,” I mutter to myself.
I hear a soft snicker from behind me. I look at Nycole in the mirror. She gives me the thumbs up sign. I smile back at her, but honestly, I’m not sure if she is telling me I’m an idiot or simply saying she’s on board.
Harlow opens the door, places Rylie in her seat in the far back – since girls called “seat check” on the captain’s seats, and sits down beside her after finally buckling her in. Going through her art folder, they both giggle at her work.
“That is not a cow, Rylie!” Harlow laughs. “That looks like a pancake with mold on it!”
“Yes it is, Hah-low! I’m not playing with you anymore. You cheat!” I can tell Rylie isn’t really mad because she’s smiling as she turns her face opposite Harlow’s.
“Okay – You’re right Rylie, it’s a cow.” She looks at Kyndall who’s been watching their exchange and slowly shakes her head, indicating otherwise. Kyndall puts her hand over her mouth and turns back towards the window.
Rylie holds the picture in front of Harlow’s face. “You know what this is Hah-low?”
“A cow?”
Rylie giggles. “No silly, it’s a pancake with mold!”
“You’re impossible!” Harlow tickles Rylie in the tummy. “It’s a good thing you’re so darn cute or I would throw you out the window!”
“Haaaah-low…no you wouldn’t.”
With everyone laughing, I shift the car into drive. I find myself tuning them out as I think about Blake leaving. I know he had every right to leave. He waited so long to be honest with me about his feelings, and the first chance I had, I said things I honestly didn’t even believe, just to push him away. He told me once how he respected my strength, but in that moment, I was nothing but a coward. I wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t forgive me. But… I have to try. I have to know that I did everything I could to get him back. And, just like he did with me, I’ll lay it all out there for him to make the decision.