For a couple of days she couldn’t feel the trouble.
She couldn’t sense the issue.
She just knew that he was quieter.
And that he was more neutral; more resigned.
At first the front of her mind felt that everything must be alright; that perhaps there wouldn’t be a fight after all.
That maybe he wanted to meet her father and move forward, even if ever so slowly.
But her monkey belly was contorting…feeling that it was much worse…that it would much prefer some anger or frustration from him.
She heard the knock, but of course by then she was already at the door, the Chihuahuas having been going much earlier than the knock.
Not more than 10 minutes later he was gone again.
She looked out the window at the sun through teary eyes.
It takes 8 minutes for the sun’s rays to hit our eyes on earth.
If it dies one day and decides to stop burning, we’ll be sun-tanning, golfing, farming away like fools for another 8 minutes.
“I’ll be there soon” he sent 8 minutes before he showed up at her door, without his usual gym bag for overnight stay, without a bottle of wine, without a smile.