Caleb had Apology Flowers delivered to the house this morning. I texted him because I thank people when they give me things. Except for yesterday because I couldn't accept what he gave me so he lifted the whole table up and practically threw it, having a Cole-calibre tantrum if ever there was one. He remembered himself long enough to pick up the gift and took it with him when he left.
I stammered something useless at the manager of the restaurant, left him one of Caleb's cards and followed him out, where he was pacing on the sidewalk. I went the other way. He followed and I turned and stared him down until he stopped walking and then I turned and kept on going. I didn't say anything to him and it's driven him half-crazy in the meantime.
The doorbell rings twice. He does that so I hear it. I go and open the door and wait for him to talk.
Say something, please, Neamhchiontach.
I close the door in his face.
You replied to my text, he calls. Please talk to me.
I open the door again and he smiles before he sees me ready to throw my phone at him. He catches it and his face falls as I close the door again.
I'll bring it back at supper and we can talk then. Okay? If you need it before then send Padraig over.
