Chapter 6

Sara looked in the pot one last time. The noodles were supposed to stick on the wall. That's what the guy on TV said was the key to good pasta. She was considering having a go at it when Gil walked in the door.

Sara smiled at him nervously. "Hi."

Gil looked over the shoulder to the boiling pot. "Where's Gily?"

She was wearing a peach linen dress that came just above her knee. Her long legs were pale from working inside. He found himself wondering if her thighs would feel the same against the sides of his torso. Her feet were bare and had no polish. He idly thought about the crimson she wore when they were first united.

"He's at Danny's. Lorie's going to pick him up and drop him off later."

Gil licked his dry lips as he took in Sara's clothing. "Are you expecting company?"

She smoothed the skirt of her dress with her hands. "No. I made dinner. I made us dinner."

Gil swallowed. They were having dinner alone, without Gily, just the two of them. She was dressed in that color with those legs to have dinner that she made for him.

God protects babies and fools.

"What can I do?"

"Just sit. You're dead on your feet. You don't have to squeeze four years of parenting into a week Gil. It's impossible."

He sat and picked at a piece of bread in a basket the table. It nearly melted in his mouth. "This is good."

"I baked it."

"You bake bread?"

Sara shrugged. "It's a mommy thing. It's like a cult, one minute you are wearing stiletto heels drinking apple martinis the next you're cursing out the soccer coach cause your kid can't run two steps without falling."

"You cursed out the soccer coach?"

"No. Danny's mom did."

He tore off a bigger piece of bread. "I don't want him to think that I don't want him. I don't want him to feel like I felt."

She sat a plate of hot food in front of him. It reminded him of when they had been together before. She knew what he was thinking. He took a bite of food.

"Sara I want you to know that I appreciate you not vilifying me to him. You could have. You had ever right to do that but you didn't."

"I guess I must've known that you wouldn't just abandon him purposefully."

He looked into her chocolate eyes. "Like I did you."

"Yes. Like you did me."

"I'm sorry."

"You should be. I didn't deserve it Griss."

"No you didn't."

"You haven't asked why."

"I know why. You can't stand to loose control."

"So you and this Alan... Um... Do... Sara do I have a chance?"

"Yes. Griss you have a chance."

She grinned at his next words.

"Am I a long shot or do I have pretty good odds?"