“I spoke to Rhett.”
Guess that answers the question if he made it home before me or if he was still on the blasted phone call that seemed to have been so damn important.
“Oh yeah? What did you talk about?”
“The house. He told me he bought one big enough for all of us. I think we will move. He is a good guy. Perfect for you, mySchatz.”
“But Oma, you love your house. Opa built it. You raised dad in this house.”
“I know. But everything has an end. Only the sausage has two. Time to move on.”
“Right. So you’d be okay to move?”
“Yes. It’s what’s best for us. Now go inside and be nice to your man. He loves you.”
I kissed her weathered cheek and got up, making sure to tug the blanket around her.
“Don’t stay out here for too long. It’s getting cold.”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be just fine.”
I nodded at her and let myself inside, walking straight to Rhett, who was sitting on the couch, frowning at his computer.
He looked up when I approached and smiled. I took the computer away from his lap and sat down, curling up against his chest. “I’m sorry for overreacting.”
“And I’m sorry for ignoring you. I promise to be less distracted.”
“I love you.”
“And I you.”
He rubbed his nose against mine. “Wanna watch some mindless reality TV and judge everything they do?”
“Do you even have to ask?” I was up and looking for the remote before I even finished the sentence. If only everything was this simple.
