Once on the road she called Robert to tell him that she was on her way. The second she hung up, her mind immediately darted back to what she actually didn’t really want to think about... Over the last three years she had seen Joe exactly once – a little over a year ago at his father’s funeral. “I
As he watched the waitress stroll off, he tried to remember when he had last had any alcohol. He had kind of stayed away from it since things with Liz had started to get so crazy. It had seemed crucial that at least one of them keep a clear head and some sort of control. But since that was over now,
“Yeah…” With a weak smile she nodded. “Hurts either way.” The waitress came with the main course and took the soup bowl away. Surprisingly, Christine hadn’t lost her appetite over the unhappy conversation. Joe was amazed at how she was digging into the mashed potatoes and the duck she had ordered.
“I would have never thought of leaving him, though,” Christine said. “Being content that we mix up with being happy is still a lot better than the unknown, I guess.” She bit down on her lip and looked at him, obviously not sure how he would deal with so much personal information. “That sounds prett
D nodded a little absent-mindedly. “Yeah, that’s this weekend…” Unintentionally it had come out so strikingly non-enthusiastic that it made Robert falter. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a plate for the dishwasher in his hand. “I thought you were looking forward to that.” D swallowed. Robert sometimes ha
Robert nodded, not looking very convinced. “Is it even such a big deal then if he comes?” he asked. “I mean… it might not be real relaxing with him around, but…you’ve seen him at the funeral, haven’t you? And that was okay…” He turned back to the dishwasher. Chewing on her lip, D stared at her brot
D thought about that for a moment. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” She grabbed a towel and joined Ann at the sink. There were two pots already washed and waiting to be dried. Ann looked over at her. “What happened? With that guy. Or should I not ask?” “His name is Joe, by the way,” Robert threw in.
“How come you never told me about this?” D wanted to know. “I’m awfully sorry, but, at the time, I really didn’t see any reason to inform you of all people, if that’s what you mean. The only one that probably would have had a certain interest and even a right to know was Jack. And I didn’t really t