“We can fuck in there.”
“Yeah, if we put towels down first.”
He laughed, for some reason.
“We have to go home tomorrow,” I said.
“I know.Get some sleep.”
“I don’t want to sleep, ’cause when I wake up, we’ll have to go home, and I don’t want this to end.”
“You’re tired.”
“You tired me out.”
“Good night, tapper.”
“Good night, honey kid.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Back Home
The next morning, whilehe was in the shower, I checked the weather on my phone.I’d been planning to cook him breakfast again, but they were calling for another big storm, and the rental only had all-season tires.I did not want to drive to Toronto on those tires in a storm.I started packing.
When he got out of the shower, he saw me and said, “Don’t we have a few hours before we have to leave?”
“There’s a big storm coming in a couple of hours.We need to leave now if we want to miss it.”
We loaded our things into the car.I laughed when I saw the passenger seat still pushed all the way back.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said.“We don’t have time for pitstops if we’re going to beat the weather.”
We had a quick breakfast, cleaned the cottage, and left.
The sky was super dark, and I was too focused on driving and getting us home safe to talk much.But after an hour, the weather started to clear, and I relaxed.
“Hasn’t Hit Me Yet” by Blue Rodeo came on the radio, and I started harmonizing to it.
