This is a scene between Harley, Kelsey and Tess, as recorded in Tess’ journal. They have all grown up together. Tess and Kelsey have been together since she was 13, and have been married since she was 19 and Kelsey was 22. They are now in their thirties. Harley is Tess’ cousin and Kelsey’s best friend. Tess has recently nearly died due to complications after having a brain tumor removed, and Harley doesn’t think they are addressing the emotional aftermath as well as they do. They are all down on the beach at night and to add insult to injury, while arguing this point have been soaked by an unexpected wave. Kelsey has just told Harley that he has no idea what they have been through.
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“It was fucking scary; we all know what it was like. Grateful as shit not to have witnessed it, but yea, we all know”, Harley said. “It’s like heat, okay? We were all scared, and sure, where we were standing was 120 degrees and for you it was 160 or something, but come on! Had she died, I get that it would have affected you differently than me, but she didn’t, so guess what? We’re all back in the boat. You aren’t in this alone.”
How did we go from heat to a boat, I wondered, and is it just me, or is it fucking cold and damp on this boat?
“Fine, we’re in a boat now?” Kelsey asked.
“I believe we are,” Harley said.
“Okay, well my side of the boat has a leak” Kels said.
“Yea, kind of my point because guess what, if you don’t fix it we’re all going down,” Harley told him.
“A shrink can’t fix a boat!” Kels yelled.
“Well, something has to be done, because your taking on water and cupping it with your hands to toss it back is not working!”
“Okay, seriously?” I asked.
“Yes, you could chime in here anytime, surfer girl,” Harley said.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful, Harley,” I laughed.
“Fuck!” he yelled, and Kelsey hugged me, and laughing said, “He does hate you because you’re beautiful, you know?”
“I didn’t actually,” I said.
Then he turned and hugged Harley and told him I’m doing so much better than they all think, and that he really believes it’s the break from therapy that’s helping.
“Oh shit,” Harley said, hugging me. “I love you, and I just want you to be okay. I want both of you to be okay.”
“We will be, I hope. At least I think we will be, if we don’t all catch pneumonia, of course,” I promised.