Chapter 35: Greater Things and Aggravation
1:17 P.M.
“I’ve got to get off this f*****g island,” Gillian says, holding an ice pack against her nose. She is three sheets to the wind, drunk on a bottle of red wine, which she uses to numb her pain. “I was supposed to be on a plane to Chicago an hour ago. Gavin awaits me. When will Brett return with the boat?”
I observe Gillian on the wooden pier with all her luggage scattered around her body. She looks like the queen of luggage among her D&B bags. A wide-brimmed sunhat rests crooked on her head. She has decided to take her ice pack and a bottle of gin to the deck, waiting for Brett’s arrival with the boat, just so she can leave.
“He could be another few hours,” I tell her.
“Who knows how long he is going to be in the hospital with Tom,” B
