The Magic Scarf

Forgiveness and a pair of kick-ass boots

Photo by Mark Farías on Unsplash

The phone rang as she fumbled with the key, trying to beat the answering machine.

She knew she’d lost the race when she heard her roommate’s voice say, “Please leave a message,” so she slowed down and took her time, listening to the caller.

“Hi, it’s me,” said a familiar deep voice, and her heart reacted with a yearning that she thought she’d left behind. It took all her willpower to stay where she was and not run to pick up his call.

‘Be strong. Let him think you aren’t here,’ she thought.

When she realized how much she wanted to run to the phone, she was disgusted with herself.

“Unbelievable. You still want to run to him when he beckons. It’s been months, and you’re still right there.”

Deliberately, she set down her purse and waited. A little part of her was curious to hear what he had to say.

“I wanted to talk to you. I’m still in town. Can we get together? Maybe for a coffee? I’m buying.” There was a pause as he waited. Maybe he somehow knew she was listening. Should she pick up?

“Don’t be so stupid,” she admonished. “Of course, he doesn’t know.”

“I’m going to be at the diner tomorrow at 10. It’s Saturday, so I was hoping you might be able to meet. I think we need to talk.” There was another pause, and he said, “Ok, well, I hope to see you there.”

It was inevitable. She had to see him.

But she knew she would have to be careful. He knew her so well, and he’d persuaded her in the past.