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“Oh. Gosh.”
We’ve come full circle.
I clear my throat. “I really did want to apologize.”
“It’s okay, Drew. But I guess you know from my reply that I was happy to play along.”
My body stirs again. “I can see that. You were quite adept with your descriptions.”
“It was fun.”
This is the longest conversation I’ve possibly ever had, other than maybe with Mrs.Evers when she’s worried about her dogs. But I’ve exhausted my ability to be chatty.
“You have a good night, Ensley.”
“You, too, Drew.”
I end the call.
I’m not sure what I’ve done. But my step is extraordinarily light as I pick up the remnants of my dinner.
And my step? It’sneverlight.
Chapter 13
ENSLEY
Wednesday is slow at the bank. Cindy and I eat an early lunch together while Janet covers the teller stations. My outfit is a shiny red jacket over a red-and-black-striped dress, all in honor of Drew’s thong and pasties comment last night. I don’t tell anybody that. It’s a joke for myself.
Cindy pulls her frozen lunch out of the microwave and sits down next to me. “You look like the cat who ate the canary.”
I stir my Styrofoam cup of Good Noodles. “It’s been a great week.”
“Does this have to do with wedding boy?” She peels the plastic film off an awful gray mush.
“Maybe. What are you eating?”
“Cauliflower rice and mushroom sauce.”
“Good lord, girl. Somebody throw you some mac and cheese.”
She shrugs. “Don’t think you’re getting out of telling me about this guy.”
I sort through things that are safe to tell her. Dirty emails? Probably not. My relationship with Cindy doesn’t go quite that deep, not like Ronnie or my sister. But I do say, “He called me on the phone last night.”
She sets down her fork. “Like a phone call? With your voices?”
Cindy is Gen X, and she believes that all the younger generations consider phone conversations against their religion.
“We young whippersnappersdoknow how to use them.”
She aims her plastic fork at me. “As long as they don’t have rotary dials.”
I have no idea what she’s talking about. “We were emailing, then we moved up to texting, and then he called me.”
Cindy takes a bite, then grimaces. She pushes the frozen meal away. “Are you going to see each other? Isn’t he in Atlanta?”
I pass her my extra granola bar. “He is. I don’t know. It’s a three-hour drive.”
