When I left with Vickie, I figured Shelly would see what ‘space’ meant.
At the time I figured Shelly would realise that giving me too long a leash meant I might pull free.
I know it hit her hard when I went out with Vickie. I caught that look in her eyes. I went for a run, and figured, tomorrow Shelly would understand the negatives of space.
On Friday, when I came to work, Shelly was a bit distant, and when I looked for her at quitting time, I learned she had left early.
It was Friday, many people do slip out early. But I wanted to see her, talk to her…
I decided to wait until Monday.
It was a long lonely weekend. I spent it cleaning the house, watching television, trying to find a place to go or things to do.
I actually looked forward to Monday.
I saw Shelly, we spoke casually. I asked her out for dinner, but she declined, moved away. I was getting annoyed, but shrugged. I assumed she was still playing hard to get. Thinking she was angry with my run with Vickie.