Day 39: Tales Of Demanding Answers And Final Decisions
Day 39: Tales Of Demanding Answers And Final Decisions
Day 39 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
GG arrived at our weekly meeting an hour early.
James and I were still working through fabric samples and approving colours on our inspiration board when she let herself in.
“Oh hey,” James said to her with great surprise.
I could tell from his expression that he wasn’t expecting this early, either.
“You’re early. Or has daylight savings changed and we haven’t kept up again?” It wouldn’t have been the first time, either.
GG shook her head. “No,” she sighed, putting her handbag down on the couch. “I need to speak to you, Andie. Privately.”
I felt like a student being pulled into the principal’s office. “Privately? Are you ok?”
I assumed it was a female thing, an uncomfortable, not-for-polite conversation because she normally said everything in front of James.
“Well, it’s about something I don’t think you want James to know. Or you would have probably told him by now. And he would have told me and we would have hashed this out days ago. You know?”
I didn’t know. She had me bamboozled. “Tell us what’s going on.”
She plonked herself down on the couch. “I guess you could say I don’t like it when my boyfriend asks me to follow up with my friend on behalf of his brother.”
She was talking about Douglas. And the email. Oh shit.
“What are you talking about?” James asked, still holding a book of patterns.
GG went to open her mouth but I cut her off. “I got an email from Douglas the other day. He wanted to organise a time to collect the things of his that I still had here. I didn’t even know he had left anything behind. Anyway, I didn’t respond to him. I put the email into my spam folder.”
I could see GG waiting to interject. “And he’s sent you another five follow-ups ever since. No wonder you haven’t responded. You probably haven’t seen them.”
Looking at her, she seemed disappointed in me. Probably because she was being dragged into this mess.
“Gees, what’s with the attitude? Can you blame me for not wanting to bring him back into my life? Can you blame me for trying to move on by drawing a line in the sand? Come on, cut me some fucking slack. I was only trying to protect myself.”
James put down the samples, moved towards me, and held me tight. I needed that hug, more than I could say.
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