Chapter Nine: Three Years, Four Months
I'm not going to ask about the guy.
Tony walked over to the window where Michelle was waiting.
I'm not going to ask.
He sat down and propped his elbows up on the counter in front of him.
Not going to ask.
He picked up the phone.
Not asking...
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she said.
"So, how've you been?"
"Not too bad. You?"
"I've been alright. How was your date?"
Okay, so maybe he was going to ask.
Michelle hesitated. "Tony... I'm not really comfortable talking about this."
Then again, maybe not.
"Alright. I understand."
She looked at him apologetically and nodded.
"How's Zoe?"
"She's good. She's added the word "fantastic" to her vocabulary... I don't know where she picked it up, but it's her new favorite thing to say."
I've never heard my daughter speak.
"Heh. Well, that's a good word to know."
"Yeah."
Shouldn't have asked…