FIFTY-NINE

I was happy but I didn’t think Cahir was impressed. Who knew something as simple as ice cream could make me feel this way? After I went through a tub of ice cream while Cahir watched, he asked if I wanted more. He shouldn’t have because I knew I shouldn’t have more but it didn’t stop me from wanting more. With his prompt, I decided to have a cone which I carried along with me as he got some clothes to change into.

After we visited two stores and couldn’t find anything that fit his taste, he started to get huffy. Unfortunately, this was an island and because of their festival most shops were closed and the ones open catered to tourists. They stocked colourful attires. There were very few suits on display but none fit him– well, there was one but it was a bright lemon that made him flinch. No dress shirts, no black trousers and thus nothing of his taste. I’d been nursing my ice cream but it was starting to melt and create a mess but it pained me to see it go.

“You can get another one.”