Where is he right now for you?
I don't know. Maybe a little snappish. I lick sugar off my fingers and turn the page of my book as he gets up to go make us coffee and croissants. I brought over a whole tray of chocolate ones. If I leave them at home PJ will just eat them and then lament the comfort level of his jeans waistband. The bed sways gently on the ropes. The big gooseneck lamp on this side is casting a warm light on such a dim rainy day and I've been here since fiveish. I couldn't stay home. Couldn't be outside. Didn't dare duck into Caleb's wing or anyone else's for that matter and I couldn't get Lochlan to wake up enough to understand the gravity of my panic in a meaningful way. He spends his life sleeping with one eye open and after a fashion he will eventually crash. Don't we all. I can't fault him for that. I have a whole team here and I need to be more proactive in utilizing it.
August comes back with a coffee cup and saucer, placing it on the night table. He doesn't bring me a second croissant. One is lots. I'm getting spoiled and I'm getting the third degree too. He's got a gift for being charming and stern at the same time but in a totally different way from Caleb.
Thank you.
Chocolate in the sheets.
I'll strip the bed before I go.
Leave it. I like your perfume.
I'm not wearing..oh. I get it. He is snappish too but out of loneliness, not from a lack of privacy or understanding.
He's in here. I tap my head. It's dark and I locked the door. So you can sound the alarm, I guess.
I'm not going to do that.
How come?
He's under control.
For the moment.
Sometimes it's by the moment that you live. By the day. Like the program.
They should have one for this.
They do.
It doesn't work for everyone.
No, some people just don't have the luck with it.
That's me. No-luck Bridget.
You can have some of mine, then, to see you through.
You have some luck today?
You're here, so yes, I definitely do.