It didn't sit well with Crystal that Nico was moving out on his own. He'd be moving into the apartment over Joe's garage, where he worked full-time, but he washed dishes at the Coffee Shop on the weekend.
"Why are you so worried?" CW shrugged about the matter. "It's not like he's your kid or anything."
He spoke so openly to her now. It left her a little gruff. "What's the matter with you boy?" She knew she was harsh for no good reason. After all, he was everything to her lately. "If there's any child around here, it's you." She hugged herself and stomped away to the kitchen for a glass of cold water. CW followed.
"What's the matter with you?" He tilted his head as if he hadn't been listening to her at all. "You get so crazy."
"It's the heat." She fanned herself with the cheaply decorated fan CW kept getting her. She heaved a sigh as if she really wished he'd get out of her face.
"You haven't had a period in months."
His words alarmed him. How did he know? She looked at him as if he were bringing up some kind of ghost.
"Why won't you go to the doctor?"
She sucked in a breath as if it might keep her from listening, but that's when he confessed that he knew she was bipolar. Crystal scrunched a frown. This was off limits. So was her menstrual cycle, but he stood in the middle of the kitchen wanting to know.
"You need a haircut." She dragged out the kitchen chair as if she just might shave his head this time.
He told her he didn't need one, but she sat him down as if he were the only child she would ever need.
"I have periods that come and go. So don't be alarmed. It's nothing." She told him, combing through his greasy hair. For a moment, she thought about what was causing this greasy hair. Soon, she decided this was what happened to fry cooks.
"Why can't I worry? Huh?"
She started to snip at his hair. It was just a trim. Actually, she liked the length of it. Suddenly, it occurred to her if they had a child it would end up with her nappy hair. Still, she didn't want to get ahead of herself. There was the coffee shop to worry about. But it was late July now. Things were slowing down. Next month, school starts. Time marched on.
She closed her eyes for a second. Her body began to sway. The scissors dropped to the floor. Crystal felt as if an earthquake was about to happen. Or maybe her spine was cracking. A gush of water flooded the kitchen floor.
CW jumped up. "Holy Shit!"
Crystal sighed and told him, "No swearing allowed." It was the least she could do as she staggered toward the bathroom, but CW was on the phone with 911.
Crystal stared at the commode. She was too constipated to think.



