transcended the dimensions of time and space—having made provisions for me in
the event of his death. He was after all in a war zone and the odds were high
he may not come home. But now I can’t help but think about the new man in my
life – my husband’s father.
existed. This is more than lust. I keep on asking myself the same question.
Have I fallen in love with him because he’s so much like my late husband or
because he’s his own man? Only time will tell.
“I love this place!” she yells over the loud music, asking about my time here with my son, when he was alive. “You and Scott came here, often?” she asks.
“Yeah, many times. It has the best burgers.”
She’s looking at the menu, her eyes big at the portion size. “You’ll have to roll me out.” Just then, the music lowers a little and we don’t have to yell at each other. When I came to pick her up tonight, she’d been crying. I’ll try to do anything to make her forget what tomorrow truly is.
Our server comes over, kneeling, flirting with me. “You both are a beautiful couple.” Yet, her arm is all over mine.
“Um, listen, bitch, you better step back a bit,” Holland begins because the server thinks Holland is mine, yet, she’s fruitlessly flirting with me.
She smiles at Holland, too. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep, as a matter of fact, I’d take you both in the mix.” My mouth falls when Holland stops to process all she’s said. “Sorry, honey, I wasn’t coming onto just your husband, I hadn’t gotten to you yet, sugar.” And she winks at Holland. “So, what would you two beautiful people like to drink?”
After she takes our order, Holland twists her body toward me, and she’s somewhere between hysterics and anger. “Hey, wife?” I ask, going off of the server’s assumptions of us. “You got pretty territorial there,” I tease, loving it, seeing green in her actions.
“Well, she assumed we were a couple and she blatantly flirted with you so I had to stake my fictional claim.”
“Sure, whatever you have to tell yourself.”
By the way her jaw is almost sitting on the table, she’s still a little shell-shocked. “Did that just happen?” she asks. I nod yes and she has her phone whipped out so fast. “Wait until I tell Teagan. She’s going to flip her lid. According to her, she’s the only girl who can hit on me.” Even in the absurdness of it all, I’m glad our server has given Holland something worth laughing about. She surely will need it to get through tomorrow.