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At some point, I just tuned her out. I wondered to myself, why is she so jealous about Favor? What the hell had Favor done to her?

“Are you even listening to me?” Helen barked at me.

“No, not really,” I said. That made her even more mad, if that was possible.

At the next intersection, I made a U-turn.

“What the hell are you doing?” She demanded

“Taking you back to the office. I’m not spending my two days off listening to so much of bitching and being miserable. Helen, I like you. I really do. But, maybe we are just not suited for each other. I’m sorry,” I replied.

The next few minutes, we drove in silence. I glanced over at Helen, she was caught up in mixed emotions. On one hand, she was so jealous of Favor. On the other hand, she thought, her and I would spend the next two days in bed together. I saw a small tear forming on the side of her eye closest to me.

“Bleep,” I thought to myself.

I knew I had just hurt Helen. I put the dagger right through her heart. I didn’t mean to do that. It just came out. Guess once you’ve been burned on love, you tend to circle the wagons around your heart.












CHAPTER EIGHT

As I came around to Madam Bee’s Place, I pulled in and parked my car. I got a very bewildered look from Helen.

“What are we doing here? I thought you were taking me back to the office and dumping me off.” She questioned.

“We’re going to eat. Have an adult discussion, which at the end of we will decide which way this car will be headed when we leave the parking lot. Fair enough?” I replied as unemotional as possible.

“Yes” Helen said sheepishly.

I got out of the car, walked around to her side, opened the door and waited for her.

As she got out, I leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Not overly passionately, but just to show that I’m still interested if we can work this out.

We went into the restaurant, which was nearly deserted. Only one other table with people. The other table was drunken college age kids having a raucous time. They were loud, but I didn’t care.

I asked for a table away from them. The hostess/night shift manager walked us to a booth away from the kids. She tossed the two menus down and said she’d be right back to take a drink order.

Helen slid in on one side of the booth and I slid in to the opposite side. I debated In my mind about sliding in next to her but chose not to, not yet anyway.

I flipped my menu open. Looked over the listings and decided to just have breakfast.

“Any ideas what you would like? My treat,” I said as I looked into her tear-filled eyes.

My heart sank. I knew I wounded her. My head was a spinning top. Lots of emotions running through it simultaneously.

“Ok guys, what’ll you have?” The hostess/manager/now waitress asked smacking her gum.




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