I took the hand that was offered only because this weather has settled into a mild winter but everything is covered with a thick layer of bumpy ice and it's very hard to walk on, especially in heels. The hand that was offered in a sort of ownership way, just like my schedule that was set for me. Movie on Saturday, tree cutting on Sunday. I forget about my indignation as I feel my balance wane and I grab the arm that's attached to the hand so I don't land on my head. The arm stiffens and the conversation shifts.
Tell me about your leg bothering you. And you should be wearing decent boots.
It's just a little inflammation. I'm fine. And the boots seem popular. They allow me to be taller.
Don't delude yourself. You still only come up to here.
Nice.
Your leg-
-is fine, PJ.
K. I see you're going to be difficult today.
I'm tired.
Don't let that happen, baby.
Easier said than done.
Is it too much to have them at the house?
No, it's easier. And it keeps me busy. Daniel and I keep good company.
Yeah, that's true.
Another near-miss and we dropped the conversation in favor of another.
Did I tell you I think I've got a date this weekend?
You think you have a date? What, are you hoping she'll ask you so you don't have to stick your neck out?
In a perfect world, sure.
Well, I hope it all works out.
Me, too.
You might want to tip the odds in your favor and ask her out already.
Bridget? Are you giving out relationship advice?
Why not? At least I've had a few.
That went down in flames...
At least there was fuel for my fire.
Oh, that was all kinds of funny. Haha.
Feel the burn, PJ.
That brings me back to your leg. I think you're minimizing how much it hurts.
Do we have to talk about my leg? I wouldn't be wearing these boots if it was that bad. I'm just taking a few weeks off from running, that's all. I'm fine. Change the subject.
What would you like to talk about?
Girls!
This is why you're my best friend, Bridge. Seriously.
Could you slow down then? I'm going to fall and break something in a minute.
