I grind up what Gina said, over and over, trying to break it into pieces I can work with. Give Sher a reason, give her a life. The things she wants to do though—horse riding, pole dancing, tattoos, sex with strangers—I’m not sure how okay I am with letting her have four whole episodes of ‘Sher Gone Wild’. I’m sure as hell not going out to recruit a dude to do her on the beach.That’s when the light bulb really fires. Sher just wants to get some ‘wild’ out, so she can settle down and be a mom. I’ve had some ideas up my sleeve, but it’s time to put them into motion. There’s nothing that says you can’t share your off-the-hook wild phase with the father of your kid.Of course, the pregnancy limits some of the wild.But not a whole lot.I get on the phone to make some arrangements and I’m still on when Sher comes back. I watch from the apartment window as she gets off the bus and I leave the door open a crack, so she doesn’t have to knock. She swings it open with a palm on the door and wide eyes and spots me on the phone right away. She comes in, giving me a little wave as she pulls off her shoes and then dumps her purse on the floor with a sigh that sounds exhausted and defeated all at once.I finish with my arrangements and hang up. All I want is to hear how she’s doing, what she’s been doing, what she wants to tell me. I lay my phone down on the coffee table.“How’s it going?” I ask. I’m not even going to take a run at her beeswax. She sighs again and walks over.“I’m sorry I was such a bitch,”
