Um....sorry about that
Last night I could feel that I was beginning to get worse, just a bit
more sick. Roland had taken the day off and I knew he would take today
too. Surely he was getting a little better.
I started with the rational approach, "I know you are sick. I mean we
both are, and I am wondering if you could do car pool in the morning
since you don't do it that much."
He laughed! He actually laughed and said something like "no way." It
was like the funniest thing he had heard for a while. Then he was
sorry because he had hurt my feelings, but not sorry enough to say he
would drive. I pouted.
I woke up this morning and I ached. All over. I threw myself at his
feet and begged, "Please, please do the car pool. Please let me go
back to bed, please, please." Okay, I didn't say exactly that, but I
wasn't much more dignified. He said he would and I expressed how
deeply grateful I was.
Then he and Brian left.
Five minutes later M2's kid came to the door to ask what was taking
Brian so long.
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