talk to about things. There’s so
much I want to share with you. This is like a whole new world
opening up for me.”
Abbie smiled. It felt good. “Well, you’ve
got someone to talk to about things now.”
Lonna smiled. “Thank you so much.”
“ I can’t believe...” Abbie paused,
looking off in the distance.
“ What?”
She took another deep breath. “I can’t
believe we could have been close all this time. It’s my fault
we weren’t.” She looked at Lonna. “You know,
you’re not the only one who wishes she had somebody to talk to
around here.”
“ You can talk to me about anything you want to,
Abbie. Any time.”
“ I...” She shrugged. “I didn’t
know that.”
Lonna reached out and took her hand, holding it in hers.
It was very soft and warm. “You know it now. I’m here
for you, no matter what. For anything.”
“ Thank you, Lonna.”
“ You’re so welcome.”
Abbie was still smiling. She wiped her eyes, which had
gotten moist. “There’s so much shit I want to tell you
now. All kinds of crazy things.”
“ You can tell me anything.”
Abbie nodded. “I don’t mean anything in
particular. Just all kinds of stuff.”
“ Anything you want.”
“ I will. I promise.” She reached out and
touched Lonna’s hair, brushing it back from her eyes. “God,
this is really going to be cool!”
“ I agree.”
“ Thanks for saving my birthday.”
Lonna got to her feet, pulling Abbie by the hand. When
they were both standing, Lonna wrapped her arms around her, pulling
her into a tight embrace. Abbie hugged her back, squeezing hard.
They stood that way for almost a full minute, holding each other in
the quiet living room. If Lonna had ever felt better, she didn’t
remember when.
After a moment, Abbie released her and leaned back.
“Thanks, Lonna.”
“ Thank you.”
“ And thanks again for the thoughtful present.
It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.”
“ You’re very, very welcome. It was money
well spent.”
Abbie kissed her on the check. She had a big smile on
her face. “Would you like some breakfast? It’s my turn
to cook.”
Chapter 6
They ended up cooking together. It was an almost exact
duplication of the previous day’s breakfast, the only real
difference being the lack of bacon; neither of them wanted it. They
had fun as they got in each other’s way, chopping and stirring
and buttering toast, chatting about whatever came to mind. Neither
of them had had such a happy morning in a very long time and they
both snuck apprehensive glances at the clock, knowing it wasn’t
going to last. The real world would beckon, ruining their fun.
Sitting at the table and sipping coffee, Lonna filled
Abbie in on the miserable dinner she’d suffered through the
night before. “He just sat there, shoveling it in, oblivious
to everything else around him.”
Abbie was smiling, chewing on some rye toast. “I
can’t believe you made me a big casserole and I didn’t
even come home.”
“There wouldn’t have been enough for you,
anyway. He just kept eating it. I barely got any myself.”
“It’s completely gone?”
“There was a little left over. I made him save
it for you.”
“I never even saw it.”
“He must have eaten it during the night.”
“What a pig. I can’t believe he’s
not fatter.”
Lonna laughed, taking a bite of eggs. “It’s
all the caffeine, I think. If he’s not drinking coffee, he’s
drinking soda.”
“I don’t want to think about him anymore.
It’s bad enough we’re going to have to waste the night
having dinner with him.”
Lonna slumped in her chair. “God. I forgot
about that.”
Abbie was smiling at her. “Why did you marry
him, anyway?”
“I don’t know. I thought we weren’t
going to talk about him?”
“Okay. Fair enough.” She took another
bite of toast.
“What about you? You called during dinner,
something about a big date.”
Abbie dropped her toast and wiped her mouth with a
napkin.