Surviving Valencia
“Sure.” I pulled back my hot, sweaty hair into a ponytail, and I followed him outside.
“So how are you liking this fence? It’s great isn’t it?” He surveyed our yard, looking very pleased. “I saw the truck from the fence company over in the Kilbourne’s driveway this morning. I think we started something.”
“It figures.”
“Are you feeling okay? You look pale. Are you nauseous?”
“No, I’m fine. I was just thinking how good I have it. How lucky I am.” I smiled up at him.
“It’s not luck; you deserve this.”
“Do you really believe that? I’m not even a nice person. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to deserve good things?”
“You’re nice. If you were any nicer you wouldn’t be fun.”
“You know I’m going to the doctor tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, that’s what you said.”
“Do you want to come with me?”
“So I was thinking of tearing out that little side wall, and leveling it, and making the patio about twice as big.”
“I really like it back here like it is now. If we tore out that wall, wouldn’t we also lose that tree, and the hammock?”
“We can always move the hammock.”
“Well… Whatever. Where’s Frisky?”
“On the other side of the house, digging holes, I imagine.”
“You’re coming with to my appointment, right?” I asked. I noticed I still had my purse slung around me, so I reached inside for a gummy prenatal vitamin. They were like candy. I could barely control myself to not eat them all.
“Sure, I’ll be there. So, that paint looks more purple than I was imagining.”
“Yes. I gathered you didn’t like it.”
“It’s alright. If you like it, I like it. I think I’m going to get started in there. Are you going to join me?”
“I’m not sure. The fumes might be a little much for me.”
“No problem.” He gave me a kiss. “Come and visit me if you get bored.”
“Adrian, wait. I want to tell you something… I went to a psychic today.”
“What?” He stopped and spun around, looking disgusted. His reaction was much more severe than I had expected.
I shrugged. “I thought it would be fun.”
“Why would you do something like that?”
“Just… I don’t know. I guess, I mean…” I pressed my palms together in frustration. “Like I said, I thought it would be fun.”
“So what happened?”
“She was amazing.”
“Amazing,” he scoffed.