post 5 : dinner

“My life is a story book”. I sigh as I sink into the couch next to Ebony. “What is he thinking, after all this time, coming back like a fucking vortex and being all ready when I was done?” The thought exhausts me. “I was done” I repeat, if only to convince myself. 

“So he really got down on his knees, huh?” She asks, smiling as though this sweeping-off-feet moment had happened to her.

“He really did. It was lovely, actually.” I am quiet for a moment as I remember the details; the look on his face, soft at first and slightly confused, and then full of angst. His arms out wide, the people around us prompting “go on say yes” and whispering between themselves “why is she hesitating, he’s a babe”.  I wonder if it was all for show.

“He was drunk, though, you know. Maybe he’ll change his mind in the morning. Or maybe if he doesn’t I should just say no. He’s going to do it all over again, I know he is.” I stop and think for a while. “Yeah, I will just say no.” I am almost through convincing myself when I see Ebony staring at me.

“You’re going to say yes, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am; it’s Owen.” I say; as though that is justification enough.