Spit it out, woman.
“She said at the time, she wasn’t perfect either and that after it happened, they knew they had two choices, to separate or work to stay together.”
“And they chose to stick it out.”
“Yes.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes. I suppose.”
“You suppose?”
“Yes. Of course I’m glad they stayed together.”
I take a turn out of town and look over at her, “What aren’t you telling me?” Our eyes meet, and I see sadness there. “Tell me, honey.” Maybe it’ll make her feel better if she gets it out.
“She told me that my dad wasn’t perfect and that I always put him on a pedestal and that wasn’t realistic, nor was it fair to him.”
Shit. That’s harsh.
“She also said that whatever happened between them, and their marriage was their business and that they always did their best with us kids and that we,I, needed to get over it.”
“Jesus.”
“Yeah.”
“What’d you say to that?”
“Nothing. What could I say? I know, now, that she’s right, but it hurts to hear nonetheless.”
“That was several days ago. How do you feel about Funday Sunday now?”
“It’s supposed to be at my place this weekend… I’m not sure I’m ready.”
Flipping on my blinker, I turn onto the gravel drive. It’s quite a ways off the road, and it’s slow going. I need to get a few more trees cleared out down here, but I like the fact my place isn’t visible from the road. The driveway curves left, then right, so when we reach the clearing, I hear a gasp from the beautiful woman sitting next to me. “Wow.”
I stop the truck to give us both time to take in my place.
It’s my dream house. I chose a log cabin style but clad it in wood siding rather than logs. It makes it feel more contemporary, which I like very much.
She gives me a quick glance, then her eyes return to my place. “It’s beautiful, Sam.”
“Thanks.”
“Is it almost done?”
“Exterior is pretty much finished except for some landscaping. It doesn’t need much since it’s surrounded by trees.”
“Aren’t we close to Stone Lake?”
“We are.” Putting the car into gear, I follow the driveway and park in front of the two-and-a-half car garage. With the engine off, I jump out. “Come on. Let me show you around.”
Jogging around the back of the truck to her side, I open the door for her. Taking her hand in mine, I watch her step down. “How long have you been working on it?”
“Over a year. We’ve been busy with other jobs, so my crew works on this when we’ve got the time.”
Tugging on her hand, I lead her to the front door. I’m excited for this reveal, because once I open the door, she’ll see why I chose this location and get the feel of my overall vision for the place. “Ready?”
