and that I have a massive, goofy grin splitting my face in two.
I try to stop smiling, but I can’t.
“That sounds delicious. I love mac and cheese.”
“Are you being serious right now? Because I was just
going to make that for Tildy. I can get us some real adult food
to eat.”
“No. That sounds really good. I’ll have what she’s
having.”
“Okay. Uh, see you soon, then.”
“Bye.”
I hang up and walk out of the bathroom. I’m so happy
that I feel I could float straight out one of the windows if it
was open without a screen to stop me. Maybe the screen
wouldn’t even hold me back.
I do wonder, as I’m driving over to Adley’s place, why
she was so worried. She probably thought I’d be angry, but I
don’t know why. Maybe she thought that I’d think she was
lying because she just didn’t want to hang out. Maybe she’s
worried because she said she wanted to take things slow and
she was actually trying to get me to not come over because she
thought it was too fast and going to someone’s place is quite
an intimate, slightly risky thing to do. Maybe now she’s
scrambling to get Tildy to come over, but I don’t think so. She
wouldn’t have cancelled on me. I can’t see her trying to make
something up. If she didn’t want to hang out, she would have
just told me so.
I just have this strange feeling that Adley keeps waiting
for something bad to happen with us. I keep going back to the
thought that I have about someone having hurt her in the past
and those wounds still being pretty fresh and raw. Even scars