Page 78 of The Art of Being Merry
“Oh don’t worry. I’ve recorded it for playback on repeat.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“What’s on your agenda for tomorrow?” If we keep talkingabout sex, I’m going to want more of it, and I’m not sure my hand will suffice.
“Arting.”
“Arting?” I laugh as the funny word leaves my mouth. “Is that a word?”
“I’m going with it, see if it catches on. Maybe submit it to Merriam-Webster for approval.”
“Good luck with your campaign. Let me know if you need support.”
“Thanks. Surely you owe me this. Between the sweater and the decorations, the least you can do is help me solicit backing for inclusion in the dictionary.”
“I’ll sign any petition you put in front of me and help you get the word out on social media.”
This conversation has gone off the rails, but I’m too entertained to rein it in.
“Want to come over for dinner tomorrow? I’m making grilled cheese. Or in Atlas’s case, cheese on toast.”
Her invite fills my stomach with an anticipation akin to honor. Atlas has orchestrated the meals I’ve shared with her and the kids, or they’ve been in exchange for something else. This one seems like there aren’t any strings attached.
“Yeah, sure. What can I bring?”
“Yourself. Unless you want an adult beverage other than beer.”
“Great. What time?”
“We usually eat around six. Does that work for your schedule?”
“Yep, don’t change it on my account. It’s easier for me to be flexible than the kids.”
“I appreciate it. Some people don’t get that.”
“I’m not most people.”
“No, you certainly aren’t. Okay, if I don’t go to bed now, I’m gonna be a walking zombie in the morning. So six tomorrow.”
“See you then. Have a great night, Clementine.”
I don’t miss the hitch across the line. “You too, Dax. Night.”
As I disconnect the call, a worse blunder occurs to me.
We’ll be in the same place, sharing a meal, but I’m a fool for thinking we’ll get to do anything other than that.
My sigh is loud in my empty bedroom.
Clementine
*image of coffee cup*
This is both the best and worst idea you’ve ever had
why
because I’m getting addicted. I can’t afford any more addictions in my life
