“I think it would show him that you love him enough to lean on him.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“Kayla, tell him. How will he feel if he comes home and finds out his wife’s team has been taken away from her?”
“You’re right.” I sigh and look down at my phone. Then I type out a text and send my daily selfie.
KAYLA
What has two thumbs and yet another protest to her ownership?
SEAN
Tell me everything.
On Thursday night, I lie awake staring at the ceiling, dreading tomorrow. When Sean texts, my thumbs spring into action. They don’t take any problems away, but here in the dark, staring at the glow of a screen, I’m reminded that I’m not alone.
SEAN
One more skate and I’m all yours again.
KAYLA
I’m so proud of you.
SEAN
I can’t wait to see your face.
KAYLA
I’m not sure you’ll want to see my face. It might still be puce with rage.
SEAN
I’m gonna need you to tell me what puce is.
I send him a picture of a color that’s a dark purplish-brown.
SEAN
Huh. I would have guessed puke green.
KAYLA
I can’t promise not to be that color, too.
SEAN
I should come home and be with you for the meeting.
KAYLA
NOT A CHANCE.
Absolutely not. You are staying and finishing your eval. If you come home early, I can’t promise not to divorce you. I’ll remarry you immediately, but boy, will those two minutes hurt.
SEAN
