When they came over I was wearing my new cute print dress from H&M with the long bell sleeves that is so comfortable I live in it now and my doc martens, unlaced. One leg thrown over the arm of the chair, other leg stretched out against the bottom on the same side for decency.
Daniel laughed. They like your hair?
I nod. I let him chop it all off again but this time he left my bangs super long. They are driving Lochlan crazy but he likes it shorter these days, only since he said it makes me look adorable and maybe that's not a bad thing, and also because when I grew my hair out again I never left it alone, as it's a tic, after a fashion and I would twist it up, pin it and promptly take it down and do it over again. A nervous habit that was very physical and distracting. We're not going to mention the long hair left behind on everyone's sleeves, in their beards, wrapped around their fingers.
Schuyler pulls me to my feet. Oh my God. So cute. Let's go to our place. It's a holiday.
I need to be here to make dinner.
That's on Monday, Bridget. It's Saturday. Tonight, you are dinner.
Oh.
Oh boy, you mean.
Shouldn't that be Oh boys?
He laughs. He's had so much free time being retired, I think he's bored. He reads my mind. We're not bored. We're just having fun. Schuyler looks at Daniel and they both laugh again. Wow.
I can see that.
So grab your Lochlan and come with us.
When will we be back?
Who cares?