I nervously twisted my hands together as I awaited Randall's arrival. After a week of separation, we had decided to talk and see if we could work it out.
Randall's car pulled up. He stopped, but didn't get out. So I switched off the ignition and got out of my car and into his.
"Hello, Randy."
"Hello, Lynn."
I thought I knew what I wanted to say, but just looking at Randall -- the short red hair, the familiar brown eyes -- was enough to make me tongue-tied.
"Randall, I -- "
"Let me put it this way, Lynn. Do you want this to be over?"
I looked him straight in the eyes. "No, Randy, that's not what I want. We're married. I want us to be together. But things are going to have to change."
"Things will, Lynn. I promise. I won't hit you, I won't yell at you, I won't pull your hair. I won't slap you or handcuff you ever again."
"Randall, do you want me to come home?"
"That's up to you."
I thought about it.
"I thought you might come over tonight," Randall said, breaking into my thoughts. "I thought you might last night. I heard a car, and I got up and went to the window to see if it was you, but it wasn't."
"If I do come over tonight, don't read more into it than there is."
Randall nodded, and pulled me close for a tentative hug.