“But you love riding your bike and you hate
four-wheeling it. You’ve always said women can’t
resist a guy with a bike.”
“Honey, are under the impression that I care
about other women? The only thing I’m interested
in is that you come with me and that we have a
safe means of travel.”
I have to say I was not expecting that. I don’t
know if I should be happy about this little prize or
if I should be worried about this head-spinning
change in him.
After about forty minutes we arrive in the city.
Patrick parks the car on a street just outside the
city center, where there are kids playing in the
middle of the street. He shuts off the car’s engine
while I stay sitting in my place and just take in the
scene. He comes around to my side and opens the
door.
“Shall we?” he offers me his hand.
“Uhm, I’ve already been here.”
And I’m right. I came here with Rain some
months ago when we went back to her childhood
home, trying to help her reconstruct her first
memories after the accident.
“You see that house with the green door?” he
tells me. “Good, well, that’s Aaron and Rain’s old
house. The one in front of it was Jay’s.”
“I don’t understand.”
“And this violet door was my family’s. I know,
violet is a weird color, but my sisters forced me to
