07 – DANCE CLUB
When they're dating, Tim takes great care in everything he does. Every word from his mouth holds that essence of romance, every caress of his hand is tender and so full of love that Jill feels as if she might burst.
17 years, 3 kids and a goldfish later, he's gotten careless.
Every word out of his mouth contains either a grunt or the phrase 'more power', and true, every caress is still loving, just that tenderness is saved for the hotrod.
She's hardly surprised at his reaction when she hands him two tickets to the ballet.
"We're going, Tim, so quit screaming."
He exaggerates of course – pretending to rip his eyes out with his oil covered hands.
That Thursday night, she stands outside the theatre, a classy little number hugging her aging body. The ballet started a half hour ago, and Jill can't really say that she's surprised that Tim's not here.
"I'm sorry, Jill, but I was working late."
She blatantly ignores him, stirring the pasta that much rougher.
"Jill, I – will you stop that!"
Tossing down the pan, she turns to face her husband. This was not the time or the place to have this argument. She wanted dinner on the table by 7.
"What do you want me to say, Tim? It's fine that – once again – you let me down? That you stood. Me. Up. God! I haven't even used that phrase since highschool!"
Jill scurried back to the pan, stirring the pasta with more vigor than before. "You just don't get it, Tim."
When she turned back to unleash another string of attacks, he was gone.
Probably to talk to Wilson.
There were two tickets on her bed.
She checked again, fingering the print. Yep, two tickets to 'The Wildflower' – one of those new, hip, youthful dance clubs.
…This had to be a joke. But the look on Tim's face was dead serious
"We used to go dancing a lot." She mumbled.
He nodded, grinning. "Yea, I hadn't danced before I met you…it was more fun than I thought it'd be."
"I danced more than you did."
"I'm not perfect, Jill."
"I know."
He just nodded at her response, reaching out to grab her hands. "Come dancing with me tonight."
She eyed him off, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Maybe he hadn't grown as careless as she'd thought.
Next up: 08 – Dreams.
