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“I’m not sure I want to do anything. It’s uncomfortable to change. And I’m not uncomfortable enough to want to. You know? You have to dislike where you’re at enough to think that you need something new before you actually start to change. In my case, I have no interest in getting married again. An occasional hookup, a few dates with different women, and I go home to my condo every night, don’t have to worry about some woman nagging me because she wants kids or because she wants me to work less, or because she wants me to watch less TV, get rid of my toys, or because she wants me to take a vacation, or wants to get a dog or wants to get rid of a dog. Or because I didn’t take the trash out or water the plants or whatever. I can’t say that I miss that, and I don’t care if I ever had to put up with it again.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Go ask someone who has a successful marriage, not me. You couldn’t have picked a worse person if you thought about it and tried.”
That seemed sad to Davis. Maybe because he’d recently had an epiphany and was trying to turn his own life around. Part of what he was doing now with his lawyer.
He straightened, lifting his head and looking out at the orange glow of the morning sun on the water.
“You think you’re going to be satisfied with that when you look back over your life?” He wanted to talk about death, but that wasn’t what normal people did. Still, that was part of what had him changing course. Because he didn’t want to look at a life that was wasted and wish he had a chance to do it over.
“Probably not. But I don’t think about it. It would just be pointless.”
Davis didn’t think so, but he thanked Jerome and hung up, shoving his phone in his pocket and breaking into a jog. It seemed like if he were a true Christian, he’d be working on improving himself until the day he died. Because he loved Jesus, of course, but also because he wanted the woman he loved to be getting the very best man possible. Wasn’t that part of wanting the best for someone?
Chapter 12
Kim picked up her cupof coffee and looked out the window. It was a beautiful morning and probably warm enough for her to go out without a sweatshirt.
Still, she grabbed her sweater from where she laid it over the kitchen stool, just in case it was chilly.
A knock at the door startled her, and she glanced up.
A woman she didn’t recognize stood just outside the door, holding something in her hands.
Kim hurried to the door and opened it. “Good morning,” she said, feeling far more cheerful than she’d felt for a very long time.
“Good morning. You must be Kim.”
“I am,” Kim answered, wondering how the woman knew her name.
“News travels fast in a small town. You ate at the diner yesterday. I run the daycare. You probably walked by it on your way there.”
“I remember seeing it. Lots of little kids inside.”
“Yeah. I have seven right now. And there will be more over the summer.” The woman’s eyes got big. “I’m Violet.” She laughed a little and shrugged, since both of her hands were underneath the casserole dish she carried. “Sorry I can’t shake your hand, but I wanted to bring you something.”
