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Ben and I had gone shopping yesterday at lunch to the quilting store in town Nothing as antic quilting store With not one square inch of bedazzled or sequined fabric

“Can you believe this?” Ben asked, because he was a ham and mouthed “So sad,” to me

We old and silver gauze At the cash Ben found a bag of silver sequins and held it up with hope in his eyes

“Ben, honey, have you ever sewn sequins on so out loud

“There’s a first ti, and we threw the sequins in with the fabric Ben was a special kid and I would have loved to tell his parents all about how great their son was, but every tiot him, they walked past me like I wasn’t there

Ethan, too, seeet swept up and busy in town stuff We still hadn’t made it to the Christmas Jamboree or to Sweet Bliss for lunch, which was fine

Good even

Better this way

We’d been full steae proportions and we’d all ready done that once We didn’t need the sequel So I’d been avoiding hi reasons for us not to see each other I caht he wasn’t even hoht

And at that point I wasn’t sure it was hi at the front door, hanging up his coat and brushing snow out his hair

“Ethan?” I said, and he turned tohis day had been It settled over him like dust But when he saw me, he smiled, and my heart leapt

Stupid heart

“You okay?” I asked

“I didn’t mean to wake you”

“You didn’t,” I said “Did you have a bad day?”

“No,” he shook his head “Not a bad one Just a long one You want to coood bourbon around here somewhere…”

I did want to have a drink I wanted to sit down on his couch and have hih his hair and listen to hi about his day, and then I wanted him to sit up and put my feet in his lap and rub them while I told him about Ben and the sequins

Oh od, I want that so much