Disclaimer :I do not own the proposal.
Only when they reached the house did he began to feel the tension and asked her:
isn't that my grandmother's necklace?
Yes, she gave it to me.
That's nice.
Yes very, look, I'm tired so I'm gonna go to bed.
O..Okay.
He watched her entering the house and stood in the entrance, not knowing why she looked angry. With a sigh, he ran his hand through his hairs and sat on the steps of the front door.
Andrew?
He lifted up his head to find his father standing in front of him.
hey dad, he said absently.
Everything okay?
Nothing that you wanna ear about.
Joe nodded and sat next to him.
look, I'm really sorry about what I said. I was angry and you were right, I was disappointed in you. Or rather in your choice of career. Ever since you were little, I thought of how great it would be to work with you, then when the time would come, you would take over and marry and settle here. But that was my dream, not yours. I see that now. In your book, you…
sorry?
In your book, he said, grabbing the manuscript he had brought with him.
Who gave you that?
Margaret, this morning.
I don't believe this, whispered Andrew.
Look, son…
Dad excuse me, I need to talk to Margaret.
He got up and entered the house.
mum? Where's Margaret?
She went upstairs, she said she was..Andrew! Everything okay? She said when he left quickly.
He didn't answer her. When he arrived in front of the bedroom door, he didn't knock. Margaret was seated on the bed, playing absentmindly with the necklace.
why did you do that? What gave you the right?
What? She said, confused.
My book! Why did you give it to my father?
I thought it would help him understand you.
What if I didn't want him to read it. It's personal. You had no right, Margaret.
I was just trying to help.
Yeah well, I think I already stated that you're not good at it, he shot.
She stared at him, looking more angry than confused now.
yes I suppose you prefer talking to Gertrude.
What?
Why didn't you tell me you were with her this afternoon? She asked, crossing her arms on her chest.
Hadn't he been so angry, he might have seen it for what it was: a gesture of protection, but he was too angry.
great, now you spy on me!
I wasn't spying, I was searching for you. I happened to miss you. Then I saw how happy you looked and I didn't wanna disturb you.
He shooked his head.
what right do you thing you have to do those things behind my back, and ask me about Gertrude, when you don't even let me into your life.
What's that suppose to mean.
Let's face it, I don't know anything really important about you because you won't tell me. Every time I try to ask you about it, you change the subject. So how can you be a part of my life, if I'm not a part of yours?
I don't know what your talking about.
Bullshit Margaret! I'm tired of this.
Tired of us, you mean?
I don't know. I need some time alone.
Okay, she whispered.
Without looking at her, he left the room and violently shut the door. Margaret closed her eyes and sat on the bed.
Andrew, what's happened?
Not know mum, he answered.
He grabbed his coat and went outside. He disappeared in the woods.
By the window, Margaret saw him and sighed. He was right, she sucked at this. Maybe, she wasn't made for it: relationships were complicated and she didn't like complicated. Or rather it didn't like her. Without really knowing what she was doing, she gathered her things and left the room. She avoided Andrew's family, who were talking in the living room and left the house. Ignoring the tears falling down her cheeks, she headed toward the direction of the street. She knew she was in no condition to drive a boat.