Do What You Want
When I arranged my mother's funeral by myself, he was not worried about that either.
Yet when Natalie's mother fell ill, he was more attentive than anyone.
"Alright. I understand," I said.
Josh paused, then tried to explain. It was the first in a long time.
"It's my fault this time. I can't predict an emergency. Once everything settles down, I'll make a reservation at your favorite restaurant, and we can relax together."
I looked at the divorce papers my lawyer had sent and told him that was fine.
Josh sounded relieved. He was about to say something else when a voice suddenly called his name from the other end.