“I bet you did.”
“He’s making good progress,” she said with a smirk, matter-of-factly. “It’s taking a while but he’s persistent. We’re taking it slow.”
“That’s great Dot. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she teased.
Yes, an eighty-year-old woman’s love life is more exciting than mine.Eighty-ish.
She felt she was becoming her confidante; they were building a friendship. Her manner had softened in a matter of weeks. Angela was quite pleased with the progress their relationship had made.
“Well, enough about my escapades. Let’s get back to our book.”
They started reading chapter ten. Dot looked out the window, wearing a slight smile. Angela wasn’t sure if she was listening but she read on.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Michael said, walking in slowly as he addressed Angela.
“I’m making lunch and I was wondering if you’d like to join us. Mum told me you would be here for lunch.”
Oh...did she?Dot was up to something.
“Um... sure. What are we having?”
“Homemade chicken noodle soup and pastrami on rye,” he told her, upbeat.
“Sounds great.”
“I’ll wait until you ladies are done here.”
“Yeah... sure.”
He smiled and walked away.
Angela read the chapters a little faster than usual, but Dot didn’t seem to mind. When she was done reading, Dot put her on the spot.
“How are you managing with your wedding plans?” she asked. Angela was caught off guard.
“Um... great,” she lied.
Dot eyed her suspiciously.
“Making some progress...” Angela added, trying to convince her.
“Are you completely, fully exhilarated, to be marrying the man of your dreams?” she asked, grinning.
“The man of my dreams... you’re being melodramatic.” Angela thought her line of questioning a bit odd.
“Well, is he not? Should he not be the man of your dreams if you’re marrying him?”
“Well-”
“Or is there another man who would better fit that description?”
Angela sat, speechless, motionless.
“Because, it would be quite acceptable if there was. The heart wants what it wants.”
Again with the drama. Angela found her amusing, yet was guarded as she thought maybe Dot was trying to communicate something that should very well be left alone.
Dot got up slowly from her chair.
