Sunday
“My head hurts,” he proclaimed the next morning.
“Because we drank all the wine in Napa,” she said, unable to think about getting up from the bed.
“Let’s stay in bed all day and watch movies,” he suggested.
“As long as I don’t have to move, I’m down with that.”
“I’ll order Chinese?”
She shook her body.
“Pizza?”
“Better,” she mumbled into the pillow.
“Okay, this is how Sunday movie day works,” he explained, snuggling closer to her.
She turned her face from the pillow so she could look at him. “There are rules to watching movies?”
“To Hangover Sunday Movie Day. Of course.”
Sinead smiled, which was amazing given how much her head hurt.
“We have to pick a decade and then we each get to pick a movie and the other one has to watch it.”
“Deal.”
“Excellent. Let’s do the eighties. I pick…The Goonies.”
Sinead wrinkled her nose.
“No, sorry. You have to watch it. The whole thing.”
Then an evil thought came to her. “Fine. I pickPretty in Pink.”
“Pretty in Pink. But that’s a girl movie,” he complained.
“Sorry. I didn’t make the rules. I’m just following them.”
He grumbled, he mumbled, but secretly she thought he really liked it.
* * *
Wednesday
“How didyour appointments go today?”
It was late. Cherise was behind the counter and they were both sipping on coffee. This time she made him sit on the opposite side of the booth so there would be no funny business.
Which was a shame because she liked the funny business, but she also just liked spending time with him. Listening to him talk about the mundane was the most fascinating thing she ever heard as long as he said it.
He frowned. “Well, I suppose. I was back at the law office. Did I mention I hate lawyers?”
“On many occasions. What do you do there all day?”
He made a face, as if some bad smelling thing had been wafted under his nose.