“I should be mad at you,” she said as she walked back into her kitchen. I must confess as I told her what I thought I saw I realized I was an idiot. The words were an indictment of my stupidity. After I completed it I also wondered why in the world I didn’t stop and change the story line. But I guess the mix of exhaustion, my insecurities (geesh look at her!) and stupidity, I labored down the road and came clean. I could hear her putting things away and I was also acutely aware that there was no sound in the apartment. Tess loved her music and noise; it was the backdrop of her living but at this moment nothing was on. The television stared at me with disgust. I looked over and her iPod docking station and it looked away from me. She glided back in to the living room and looked at me and handed me a cup of coffee. She sat next to me and placed her cup down on the table. “You must really quit expecting the bad to happen. Some believe we invite experiences because of our own attitudes, thoughts and vibes if you will.” She picked up her cup and sipped the coffee.
I looked at her and nodded and made sure to keep my mouth shut.
“The guy you saw was my cousin Uri, he lives in New York. Remember me telling you about my dad’s brother?”
I nodded and kept my mouth shut.
“He hasn’t been here in about five years. He is here on business and stopped by the store.”
I nodded and kept my mouth shut.
She sighed and sipped her coffee and then looked at me. I felt my inside cowering and she must have seen it because she leaned over and kissed my cheek. I exhaled. She tilted her head and looked at me again and I fell inside her beautiful eyes. “I love you, you big oaf.” and with that she bumped my head ever so gently with her’s.
“Thanks,” I said sheepishly. She picked up the remote and turned on the music – “Memories are Made of This” by Dean Martin played. We both leaned back on queue and sat quietly hand in hand and listened to Dean sing.
Hope, Levity and Wonder 
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