Reconciled – Part l

She strolled out, phone in hand, and sought a quiet balcony.

"What do you want Owen?" In a bitterly cold tone, she inquired.

"Ophelia! You answered the phone!" On the other end of the telephone, an astonished and relieved voice came through.

"I am very busy; state your reason for calling and be off."

"I'd like to see you, Ophelia. Let's talk things out. I'm not going to be able to go on without you." He pleaded with her fervently, but his words fell on deaf ears. The only thing on her mind was her father and his health.

"You think you can just barge in and hash things out after dumping me over text while my father was fighting for his life in a hospital room?" In an aggressive tone, she scoffed.

"I had no idea Mr. Jade had a stroke! I had no idea what a total mess you were in!"

"Look, Owen, I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this-"

"Ophelia, please! My excuses, no matter what I say, will not justify my actions. I was wrong, and I acted wrong. Please, though, give me another chance.