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“Yes sir,” he says and walks out.
“Dinner?”
“Yes”
Peter walks me to the ballroom, kisses my cheek. “I’ll be waiting here when you’re done” he tells me and walks away.
Peter
I am just where I said I would be when the presentation is over, and Lennox and I enjoy a late dinner. We reminisce about school and the antics we got into. How her parents and my mom became good friends, I will forever be grateful to Lennox’s mom for giving her someone she could truly depend on and have a real friendship when she needed it the most.
I remember when I would call or come home during breaks my mom would try to tell me what was happening with Lennox, but I was still too angry to want to hear anything she had to say. But it wasn’t just anger alone that made me put distance between me and Lennox, it was confronting a truth I did not want to face, that I couldn’t face then. But as an adult, I can admit it now, but I was hurt and angry then.
I am at her suite door this morning with breakfast waiting for her to open the door. I realized that the VIP guest who got my suite was indeed Lennox. They gave her a spot at the symposium to another doctor due to her schedule not allowing her to attend, but when it opened up they got rid of the other doctor to make room for her. Isabell canceled the reservation since the doctor was no longer coming, so when Len’s assistant called the room had gone to someone else. And since it was her assistant that made the reservation, my penthouse went under her name instead of Lenny’s. Crazy.
“Peter, what are you doing here?”
“Well, I know you have to head straight to the airport once you’re done so I wanted to see you and spend some more time with you.”
“You’re too sweet Peter, still taking care of me even after all these years,” she looks at her watch, “I don’t have a lot of time but how can I refuse you.”
I don’t respond as I push the cart in the suite and begin setting the breakfast up in the dining room. We eat as she finishes getting dressed and packing.
“Lennox, I want to ask you something, but I am not sure I have the right to. I want you to come back to Mississippi, back to me but you’re married. Where’s your husband, Lenny? I have not seen him call or text you once since you’ve been here. Are you divorced?” I ask.
“No Peter, I am not divorced; my husband died.”
