I watched her do that.I then watched her inspect her counter cat bed.After that, I watched her dis her bed, jump down and saunter over to a leather chair I’d refurbished beautifully that summer.I’d thought it would go right away, but we’d been sitting on it for months (not literally).
It might be time for a price reduction.
Moxie jumped into the seat, inspected that, then sat and licked her paw to clean her ear.
“Cats are fascinating,” Abigail observed.“But will you come back to me?”
I looked at her.“It’s not mine to share, but arguably, in Hutch’s history with women, Bree wasn’t the worst of it.”
She flinched.
“Not by a long shot.”
She flinched harder.
“I’m falling in love with him,” I whispered.Yes, saying the words out loud, putting them out in the world, God help me.
Her face lit up.“That’s great!”
“He took Saturday off from us,” I shared.“He had a bro day.”
“Okay,” she said slowly.
“I think he did it to cool us down.”
“Or, maybe he did it because he needed a bro day.Guys need guy time just like girls need girl time.What did they do?”
“Trail running.Fishing.Gutting fish or whatever you do to them before you grill them or however you cook them.Eating them.And I’ve never seen Hutch scratch his balls, but metaphorically, they probably did that.”
“Do you trail run?”
“Lord no.”
“Do you fish?”
“Boring,” I sang.
“You have no balls, so who is he going to do those things with?Things he wouldn’t do if he didn’t enjoy them?”
I looked to the back door again.
“Honey,” she said, and I returned to her.“Just talk to him.Albeit give it a few days for this Lion and Lamb thing to settle down before you do that.”
“What if you’re wrong?”I asked.“What if he isn’t where I’m at?”
Her expression morphed to understanding.“Marriages are marriages.People are people.It doesn’t happen often for me because my guy is the best guy ever.My children are the best children to ever be born.But I do hark back to the days where I was free and breezy.When Emma’s snotty and cranky with the flu.Or Liam adamantly refuses to eat his green beans and crosses his arms on his little boy chest, and I know the battlelines have been drawn.I sometimes miss those days when it was girlfriends and going out for drinks and planning weekend trips to Spokane to get up to no good.But one thing I don’t miss is how tough it is to like a guy and not know where he’s at.”
Yeah.
I wouldn’t miss that either.
I wished I wasn’t experiencing it now.
“Though, the only way to know where he’s at is to talk to him.”
It stunk, but she was right.
And I already knew that, so that meant it stunk even more.
