U-turns are Not decisions

On my way out of town I spotted my ex heading into town.
“No way,” I said out loud.
I checked the rearview. She whipped a U-turn. So I did. Then she did again. We kept that up two more times before we finally pulled over.

When I got out and approached her car, she stayed in her car and yelled from the window, “I would’ve called, but I wanted to surprise you.”

When I reached the car she said, “I have something you’re gonna like. Your royalty check was delivered to my place.” She handed me the envelope. “I knew you’d want it right away.”

“Thank you.” I glanced at the envelope. “You dizzy from all those U-turns?”

She laughed. “Aren’t you?”

“Why did we even do that?”

I shook my head. She shrugged.

“Where you headed?” she asked. “Can it wait?”

She reached out and brushed the back of my hand with her fingertips.

I was headed to the noodle house in South Rigby. “Ride with me to get some dinner. Your car’s fine here.”

***

Next morning she sat at my table in my t-shirt, smiling at her phone. I made french toast.

“When I made that first U-turn,” she said. “I was laughing so hard. Then when you U-turned I could barely drive.”

“It was fun,” I said. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are you still in dance therapy?”

“Yes. You should join me. Unless that’s too social for you.”

“Is it more than an hour a week?”

“Yes. Two hours. Tuesday, Thursday.”

“How many people in a session?”

“Two other couples. The therapist’s been partnering with me, so if you joined, I wouldn’t need him anymore.”

“Do you actually interact with the others?”

“Minimally,” she said. “You’d be fine.”

“What does it do for you? Is it therapeutic?”

“It’s comforting and safe. That’s what matters to me.”

“I think the idea is worthwhile.”

“So you’ll join me on Tuesday?”

“Right now, I’m saying no.”

Think Mr. A 🫆