The manager offered to arrange a car for me.
Before leaving, I faced Richard.
“Richie, I came because I liked you.”
“I like you too,” he whispered.
The manager offered to arrange a car for me.
“Then you should have trusted me with the truth.”
He stepped forward.
My shoe moved back against the tile, and he stopped.
***
My granddaughter was waiting when I got home.
“You should have trusted me with the truth.”
I sat on the sofa and reached for the buckle on my left shoe, but my fingers kept missing it.
She knelt without asking and removed both heels.
I told her everything.
“Are you deleting the app?” she asked.
I told her everything.
I looked at my phone on the coffee table.
“No. One foolish man doesn’t get to decide whether I ever have dinner with another.”
***
Three days later, Richard’s handwritten apology arrived.
He admitted that he had treated me like a prop and frightened me when he grabbed my wrist.
