end to any more speculation on the subject.
Ha, good luck with that.
I yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted. Thanks to the crazy Friday afternoon store rush followed by the yummy sugar rush, I felt like I was moving in slow motion.
“Honey, you look tired. Go take a nap,” Nana said.
“I’m going to,” I said, standing up. “I am pretty beat. But I was thinking that after, maybe we could all watch a Netflix movie together. Something romantic and weepy?”
“Oh, honey, absolutely not,” Nana scolded. “It’s Friday night. It’s no time to sit at home watching movies about romance. It’s time to go out and get some romance. Friday night is date night.”
“I know,” I nodded . And for some puzzling reason my mind flashed to Casey and his gorgeous green eyes but I quickly pushed the thought away. “But I don’t have a date.”
“Oh. But we do,” Nana said, as she and Birdie looked at me, bobbing their heads in agreement. “We have a double date. Two handsome brothers that we met at the Palmas Theater showing of that lousy French movie, what was it called?”
“Volourie la val…” Birdie said.
“No. It was Vielle Lasur…something…” Nana corrected.
“Okay, you girls have fun,” I said, making my exit as quickly as possible in order to avoid the argument Nana and Birdie were sure to have over name of the movie.
I happened to know it was called, En Vouloir à Quelqu'un, but why tell them and spoil their fun? I knew from experience that besides playing bridge, going to their movie club and their gourmet cooking club and their book group—Nana and Birdie’s favorite pastime was arguing over the names of things.
I yawned again, quickly retrieved Babette’s homemade Coq au vin from the fridge, then I walked out back door and across the patio to the small, cozy, one bedroom/one bath casita where I’d been living all summer. Soon of course, I’d have to decide where to go and what to do with my life, but for now it was perfect place for me to figure things out. And to escape from reality.
I opened the door and walked into the chilled, clean, off white living room. I put the Coq au Vin down on the granite countertop that separated the small but pretty kitchen from the living/ dining area. Then I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on the overstuffed, white couch. My elbow knocked into something hard in my sweater pocket and I realized it was my cell phone. I pulled it out and was about to put it on the coffee table, when I stared at it, frowning.
The time read 7:00 pm which meant that it was 10:00 pm in New York right now. If I were back there, Kevin and I would probably be coming out of a movie and maybe strolling along the street and stopping in for a frozen yogurt or an ice cream.
Though we didn’t have the most exciting life together, I’d been happy in it for over a year. Kevin, on the other hand, clearly had a higher excitement quota and seemed to think that the best way to fill it was by sleeping with a friend/co-worker of mine at the free paper where I worked.
Well, if he wanted fireworks, he sure sure got them. When I found out about them, through a text that I’d mistakenly read on his phone, I blew up. Then I stormed out. I came out to Nana’s place to heal my broken heart and figure out what to do with my life.
And though part of me really, really hated him, another part just couldn’t let go and move on. I had vowed never to call him, ever again, but I constantly found myself having second thoughts. And third ones.
Thinking about it now I realized that maybe what I needed was more contact not less. To get closure. And then, if he happened to beg me to come back to him, well then…
No! My inner voice screamed at me. You took a vow! No more cheaters!
“But…closure,” I said aloud to myself in a voice that didn’t even convince me. I opened my contact list anyway, and scrolled down to his name, staring at it for a full minute as I tried to resist dialing.
Ha, good luck with that.
I yawned, suddenly feeling exhausted. Thanks to the crazy Friday afternoon store rush followed by the yummy sugar rush, I felt like I was moving in slow motion.
“Honey, you look tired. Go take a nap,” Nana said.
“I’m going to,” I said, standing up. “I am pretty beat. But I was thinking that after, maybe we could all watch a Netflix movie together. Something romantic and weepy?”
“Oh, honey, absolutely not,” Nana scolded. “It’s Friday night. It’s no time to sit at home watching movies about romance. It’s time to go out and get some romance. Friday night is date night.”
“I know,” I nodded . And for some puzzling reason my mind flashed to Casey and his gorgeous green eyes but I quickly pushed the thought away. “But I don’t have a date.”
“Oh. But we do,” Nana said, as she and Birdie looked at me, bobbing their heads in agreement. “We have a double date. Two handsome brothers that we met at the Palmas Theater showing of that lousy French movie, what was it called?”
“Volourie la val…” Birdie said.
“No. It was Vielle Lasur…something…” Nana corrected.
“Okay, you girls have fun,” I said, making my exit as quickly as possible in order to avoid the argument Nana and Birdie were sure to have over name of the movie.
I happened to know it was called, En Vouloir à Quelqu'un, but why tell them and spoil their fun? I knew from experience that besides playing bridge, going to their movie club and their gourmet cooking club and their book group—Nana and Birdie’s favorite pastime was arguing over the names of things.
I yawned again, quickly retrieved Babette’s homemade Coq au vin from the fridge, then I walked out back door and across the patio to the small, cozy, one bedroom/one bath casita where I’d been living all summer. Soon of course, I’d have to decide where to go and what to do with my life, but for now it was perfect place for me to figure things out. And to escape from reality.
I opened the door and walked into the chilled, clean, off white living room. I put the Coq au Vin down on the granite countertop that separated the small but pretty kitchen from the living/ dining area. Then I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on the overstuffed, white couch. My elbow knocked into something hard in my sweater pocket and I realized it was my cell phone. I pulled it out and was about to put it on the coffee table, when I stared at it, frowning.
The time read 7:00 pm which meant that it was 10:00 pm in New York right now. If I were back there, Kevin and I would probably be coming out of a movie and maybe strolling along the street and stopping in for a frozen yogurt or an ice cream.
Though we didn’t have the most exciting life together, I’d been happy in it for over a year. Kevin, on the other hand, clearly had a higher excitement quota and seemed to think that the best way to fill it was by sleeping with a friend/co-worker of mine at the free paper where I worked.
Well, if he wanted fireworks, he sure sure got them. When I found out about them, through a text that I’d mistakenly read on his phone, I blew up. Then I stormed out. I came out to Nana’s place to heal my broken heart and figure out what to do with my life.
And though part of me really, really hated him, another part just couldn’t let go and move on. I had vowed never to call him, ever again, but I constantly found myself having second thoughts. And third ones.
Thinking about it now I realized that maybe what I needed was more contact not less. To get closure. And then, if he happened to beg me to come back to him, well then…
No! My inner voice screamed at me. You took a vow! No more cheaters!
“But…closure,” I said aloud to myself in a voice that didn’t even convince me. I opened my contact list anyway, and scrolled down to his name, staring at it for a full minute as I tried to resist dialing.
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