Hailey said as she looked at the cabinets lining the walls.
“Yes, not everyone can pull off the look, but personally, I
think I rock it.”
“Do you furnish your bedroom the same way?” Hailey asked
with a grin.
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My face flushed.
She cupped a hand over her gaping mouth and turned on one
heel. Her gasp was loud when she threw open my bedroom door.
“As I said, my passion is bath gels and body sprays. I don’t
have any interest in shopping for furniture.”
Hailey walked over to one of two file cabinets and looked at
me. “Go ahead.”
She opened the top drawer of the first cabinet and her eyes
went wide when she saw all my T-shirts neatly tucked inside.
I folded my arms and leaned against the doorway as she
opened each drawer and laughed. “What can I say? Stylish yet
functional.”
She ran a hand through her curls and looked at me. “Well,
I suppose you never have to worry about anyone stealing your
clothes.”
We walked back into the living room, and Hailey looked at
some of my framed prints hanging on the wall. “I’ve tried to hang
a few pictures, but I can’t get a nail in the mortar.”
“You need a special drill bit. I have one if you want some
help.”
Hailey grinned back at me with her hands on her hips. “I
suppose you keep your tools packed away in a file cabinet?”
“As a matter of fact, I do,” I said with a grin of my own.
“Shall I fetch my drill?”
“Yes, please.”
Fuzzy chose that moment to growl in protest, and the slimy
ball was once again rubbed on my pants leg. “Okay, we’ll play
ball first.” I looked back up at Hailey with a mock scowl. “Now
you have me talking to your dog.”
After a long, long game of bounce and catch with Fuzzy, we
went back upstairs to Hailey’s apartment. Her furnishings were
not so utilitarian. Every piece of furniture was a dark cherry
that stood out against the light wood floors. Thick rugs gave
it a comfortable feel, unlike my naked floors. I kicked off my
shoes, afraid that I’d track something on them. Fuzzy led me to
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her corner of the living room first, so I could see her dog bed and
toy basket. She plucked out a few and rubbed them on my leg.
Fortunately, they were dry.
Hailey’s bedroom was equally cozy, if not more so than the
living room. In the corner was a sitting area with a chaise longue
and a small table with a reading lamp. I dug my bare toes into the
thick rug that covered much of the floor and gazed at her bed.
For a split second, I saw us lying there together, legs and arms
entwined.
“I haven’t done anything with the spare bedroom yet,” Hailey
said, calling my attention. “It’s still full of boxes that I’m in no
hurry to unpack.”
Even though she had no idea of what had crossed my mind,
I felt transparent and embarrassed. I backed out of the room,
thankful that Fuzzy was at my side demanding attention. We
played tug-of-war with a rabbit that she’d chewed the ears off of.
“You tell me where you want the holes, and I’ll make them,”
I said as I regained my composure.
We spent the next hour hanging her pictures, frequently
taking breaks to wrestle with Fuzzy and her mangled rabbit.
When the job was done, I planned to leave so as not to overstay
my welcome. Plus I’d totally blown off work for the day, and the
stress of being behind was creeping up my neck.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Hailey asked. “I was
going to make grilled pork chops.”
It was just after three and nowhere near dinnertime. “As much
as I’d like to say yes, I have a ton of work that I didn’t do today.”
Hailey looked at me apologetically. “That’s my fault, isn’t it?”
“No,” I said with a reassuring smile. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Well, why don’t you go home and work and I’ll have dinner
ready for six? You have to eat.”
“Great idea. What can I bring?”
“Nothing at all, you did all the work today with my pictures,”
Hailey said with a pleased smile. “It feels more like home here
now.”I gave her my phone number. “If you find that you need
anything, call me and I’ll run out for it.”
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I put on a pot of coffee when I got home and dove into more
bank reconciliations. About an hour later, I realized that I’d not
poured myself a cup, so after a quick trip to the kitchen, I settled
back at my desk. Out of curiosity, I checked my messages, and to
my surprise, a new one from Newbie had arrived.
Hi, P.U.,
I hope you’re doing wel . Sorry that I haven’t written. I’ve
been a bit busy the last few days. I’d like to ask you a question.
Are you completely honest with the women you chat with here?
Newbie
I thought the question odd at first, but I answered anyway.
Hi, Newbie,
Nice to hear from you. I don’t answer any questions that I’m
not comfortable with, like telling someone where I live, but the
responses I choose to give are honest. Why do you ask?
P.U.
I turned up the sound on my computer so that if she did
answer, I’d hear the tone when the message hit my box. Twenty
minutes went by, and I heard the tone.
Hi, P.U.,
Thank you for your prompt answer. I’ve met someone I
real y like, and I haven’t exactly lied to her, but I haven’t been
forthcoming with the entire truth. I think she might be upset with
me when I tell her, but I don’t want to go on perpetuating half
truths because I think she’s someone I real y want to get to know.
Do you have advice?
Newbie
I sat blinking at the screen. Maybe it was stupid. Maybe I’d
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read too much into our conversations, but her earlier rebuff stung.
I didn’t take the time to think about my response.
Newbie,
Keep up the lie and hope she never finds out. That’s how the
game is played.
Good luck,
P.U.
I regretted the harsh response the minute I hit the send button.
The fault was my own. I should’ve responded to her last e-mail
when she told me she wasn’t ready to meet me. I went back and
read all of our prior e-mails, and they were brief and polite. I’d
read too much into them. I was too embarrassed to write her back
again. It was time to get my head on straight and leave Newbie
alone.
To make things worse, Hailey called me. She sounded upset.
“Hey, Shannon, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to cancel our dinner
plans. Something has come up, and I’m gonna have to step out for
a while. I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just bad timing, I guess.”