(I deleted yesterday's entry. He made amends. Well first he made threats but then he made amends.)
Caleb's apology came in a little blue box, weighing in at around one carat each, I think.
Pretty earrings. Who are they for? I push the box back across the table. He frowns.
They're for you. Because I feel awful about the way our trip ended.
I bet you do. I look out the window, because the view is better.
I'm sorry, Neamhchiontach. I'll make this up to you.
Then you can start by being nice for once in your life instead of trying to fix everything with more money.
He sits and stares at me with nothing more than an expression of familiar interest. I get restless under his microscope and finally he speaks again. Point taken. I'm guessing you will be fairly busy over the weekend so I wanted to get a chance to speak with you early and explain that my remarks were not so much about you but about my life experience, age and means putting me in a position to look after you.
Oh, was that all?
Yes, and it came out all wrong and I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?
Will you take the earrings back?
If that's what you would like then that's what I will do.
I'll think about it.
That's all I can ask for. Do you like the meal?
Once again he ordered a catered breakfast for two without even asking what I wanted. No. He looks crushed and it's worth it.
McDonalds, right? It would have been better.
Always.
I'll remember that for next time.
Who says there will be a next time?
If I rang you super early and described a....a...Mcmuffin thing you would be in the car before I was finished. Probably still in your pajamas.
That's not a flaw, it's a perk.
I'm lucky to have you in my life, Bridget.
I nod and finally stare straight at him. Yes, you are and don't you ever forget that.
