She chewed and looked out the window. “But you guys are doing better?”
“We’re working on it. We love each other, you know, we just want different things.” I was quiet for a moment. “Really different things.”
“Yeah, he is hyper-focused on his project. But, you never bicker or fight, that’s good, right?”
“Everyonebickers — we fight, sometimes.”
“You are very nice, you never tell him what’s bothering you.”
“True. We keep spending a lot of time just being like roommates. I keep thinking it will get better once this deal happens...”
She frowned. “Butwillit?”
I shrugged. “The important thing is we are working on our relationship, and once he finishes these meetings, secures the money, guess what he’s doing next weekend?”
“I have no idea.” She took a big bite and chewed.
“He’s got reservations for us at Falls Landing.”
She swallowed the bite and said, “Oh.” Then she said, “Oh! Maybe he’s going to pop the question?”
“I do not want to get ahead of myself, but… it would fit, right? We’re working on our relationship, in a good place, he’s about tostart the business, and so… yeah… I think that’s why we’re going somewhere fancy.”
“You need a pretty dress.”
“Definitely.”
She wiped her hands, having finished the sandwich. “I’m glad you kids are doing well. When you are fighting, I get all ‘My Parents Are Getting a Divorce!’”
I laughed, “No divorce, I promise, though we would have to get married first.”
She smiled. “That’s happening any day now, I can feel it!”
“Yeah, me too.”
I directed our car across town to the county hospital.
We sidledup to the main desk. “I’m looking for someone who was brought in by ambulance last night. I have personal effects for him.”
The woman typed a whole bunch and asked, “Patient’s name, please, and how are you related?”
“Um, they… I don’t know his name. He was on my property when he got injured and so…”
She continued typing, I couldn’t tell if her typing was related to my request or just something else she was doing. “Trespassing? Do you have a police report?”
“No.”
Jen asked the receptionist, “Why on earth would she need a police report?”
The woman shrugged. “If he got injured on your property, you might want to get a police report in case you get sued. I would.”
I said, “Well, great, that sucks, um… no. No police report, but I need to give him something, is he still here?”
She continued typing and gestured with her head. “He’s back in the treatment room.”
Jen and I began walking that way.
I said, “Well, that’s a whole ‘nother reason to be here, I need to find out if he’s the kind of guy who would sue me — just great.”
