Catch the wind, see us spin, sail away, leave the day, way up high in the sky.Lochlan poked his head into the kitchen just as I was putting away the last of the dishes from dinner. Perfect timing. He had disappeared right after eating, telling me he had to run a few errands, heading out with the truck, newly driving again now that his arm is less sore. Finally, a little less restless now that he can get out and around.
But the wind won't blow, you really shouldn't go, it only goes to show
That you will be mine, by taking our time.
And if you say to me tomorrow
Oh what fun it all would be.
Then what's to stop us, pretty baby
but what is and what should never be.
Hey, Fidget?
Hmmm, Locket. I am ignoring him.
Bridget. Oh, there's his serious, logical voice. I turn around. He has a bouquet of roses. Real ones this time. And they're not on fire. Hey, we're making progress at least.
Truce? He smells dauntless and a little like shampoo.
Maybe.
Happy Valentine's Day, for real this time. He turned to leave again.
I forgive you. I said it quietly and he stopped and put one hand up on the door frame but then he kept going. He'll come back to this when he's ready. This is how we do things, he and I.