“I’m such a mess,” she said suddenly, burying her head in my chest. “I don’t even see how you put up with me.”
There wasn’t necessarily a good response so I asked her, “What do you mean?”
“I mean you deserve much better.”
She was probably right but that wasn’t gonna get us anywhere. Not being able to do much else I took her by the shoulders and pushed her away to look at her.
Her eyes were welling up with tears and it suddenly struck me that she might actually mean it this time. There was no way to be sure, but she at least looked and sounded genuine. I smiled at her.
“Woman, I think we both know that deep down inside, where you actually are, there’s no real problem in you. Trouble is that you’re not really any kind of solution yet either. So the question is, what are you gonna do about it?”
She lowered her eyes and as she did a single tear fell in the space between us. Then she looked up again and I could tell she wanted to say something, but before she could speak I placed my finger on her lips.
“Nothing you can say will matter,” I said. “Everything you do will.”
She nodded and then I walked out the door.
“We’ll see,” I thought to myself. “We’ll see.”
The above is an extract from my literary novel, The Cache of Saint Andrew.
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