(Hello, Reader. This will not be a sexy read this time. This is an illustration about the days when they don't feel sexy. You've been warned. But if you read it, thank you.)
There are many times that I have a bad day at work and Marcie is there for me. There are also the times that it has gone vice-versa. It is a rare time when these moments coincide. It started when we were having one of those long days at work. It seemed like we were having meeting after meeting. By the time Matt and I were on the elevator to our cars, he had that look on his face like he went twelve rounds with a professional. I looked at him and smiled.
"I hope my godson takes it easy on you tonight," I said.
He gave me the look of death to start with. It was then changed to a smile when he realized that I referred to his son as my godson. I rarely did that only because I wanted him to get used to the fun of fatherhood. We high-fived each other before we parted ways. The drive home was long and convoluted. All my texts to Marcie went unanswered which started to worry me.
As a precaution, I stopped at a Mediterranean place for dinner for both of us. It was a hunch. When I reached the house, I saw the lights were on. I breathed a sigh of relief before I grabbed the food and my briefcase and started towards the door. It was then my phone went off. I fished the phone out of my suit pocket and saw what I feared.
She was in her bubble.
Marcie has had plenty of times since we were together where she had to pull back some to deal with things. It's her coping mechanism. We discussed it in a previous episode when she was about to go to the cemetery to visit Mitchell. I approached the house carefully before I checked to make sure the door was unlocked. I slipped into the door and saw her on the couch on her tablet.
Quietly, I went into the kitchen and set the food on the table. I poured myself a rum and coke before I sat down and started to unpackage the food. I looked up and saw her looking at me and smiling before she walked over. She sniffed the air.
"Mediterranean, that's different. Did you get this before or after the text?"
I recognized it as a test.
