“I think you’re worrying too much. What’s your hurry? Are you expecting house guests this week?”
“No, but…” I need to breathe for a few. Simon and I are, well, to say we’re running would be exaggerating. But for sure, it’s more than walking. Jogging. That’s what we’re doing. We’re jogging. And I’m out of breath. Embarrassed, I sneak a sideways glance. He doesn’t look too good, but I don’t think he has a problem with the pace as I do. There are dark circles under his eyes and I doubt his deep frown is due to my lack of patio furniture. “Can we slow down?” “Sure. Sorry, Amy. I’m not paying attention.” “On the contrary. I know I slow you down. Thanks for your patience.” He waves it away but doesn’t speak. “Simon?” “Yeah?” “What’s wrong?” He shoots me a glance. “Don’t ask.” What am I supposed to do with that? Clearly, he’s upset – very upset – about something. Would I be intruding…? Now's not the time to be timid. He’s always encouraging me. “C’mon, Simon. Aren’t we friends?” “You don’t know what you’re getting into, Amy.” “Not afraid.” His sigh seems to come from way down deep. He runs a hand down his face. He looks so tired. “My bitch ex is fuckin’ around with us again.” Yikes.
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