Daniel continued in Hannah’s silence. “Soon! Since you just got back from here, I wondered if I could come visit you in Colorado.”
Now Hannah’s silence was heard quite loudly on the other end of the line. She wanted nothing more than to see Daniel again, but she never thought it would be in her Breckenridge.
“I will get a room of course” Daniel assured, misunderstanding her hesitation “and I will rent a car so you don’t need to come to Denver to get me.”
“Oh no, that isn’t it. I will gladly come pick you up. It’s just, I don’t want you to have to come all this way…..” Her voice trailed off. How could she explain the fear in her heart without coming across as a total nutcase?
“I will gladly come ‘all that way’ to get to see you again! And I don’t want you to have to drive into the city. This way I will have a car and you won’t have to chauffer me around at all.” Hannah was flattered. He wanted to see her, and he didn’t want to inconvenience her in doing so. “So if I can get a flight out Thursday night, can I come for a long weekend?”
“I’d like nothing more.” The words were true and from deep within.
“Great! I will hang up now just so I can work on getting to see you in two days!” They hung up the phone, but Hannah just stood there smiling, holding her cell phone to her heart. She jumped when it rang. It was Sheila.
“Good morning!” Hannah answered cheerfully.
“I take it you’re bathed and have slept and have no more excuses for avoiding your agent’s inquiries” Sheila had run out of patience. “I am hormonal and bored and better have novel worthy information or my percentage is going up for your next sale.”
Hannah panicked for just a flash. She hadn’t even thought about her novel for the past three days. She relaxed, she was well ahead of her deadline and sure she would be back at it soon. So she shared her “novel worthy” story with as many embellishments as she could to entertain Sheila with.
“So he’s coming to Denver on Thursday?” This was just what Sheila needed for her cabin fever. “Tell him your agent will pick him up and drive him up there.”
“Um, no, but thank you. You are supposed to stay in bed remember?”
“Yes, I do n ot need you to remind me.”
T o Hannah’s relief, Sheila didn’t persist. Hannah did agree to think about meeting them for dinner “sometime” knowing that with Sheila on bed rest it wouldn’t actually happen. Sheila never entertained at her house.
After they hung up, Hannah got herself some more coffee, and then took her laptop to the deck to work on her book. She propped her feet up and sat back in her chair – her usual “work space” for this time of year. However, while typically the words would fly through her fingers to the keyboard, today she sat quietly staring into the lush hillside, sipping her coffee comfortably, her mind unusually quiet.
After an hour, Hannah quit trying. Her mind wouldn’t settle on the characters of her story and instead kept flitting from the past weekend (now more of a fairytale than a recent history) to the coming one. What would they do in Breckenridge for four days? And how could she find the words to tell Daniel that she had no need for him to get a room in town? She couldn’t of course. If he had offered to get a room, she couldn’t be so brazen as to suggest he needn’t. Still, her imagination raced wildly to think of what might occur……
Hannah attempted three more times during that day to work on her novel, and then again on Wednesday. She didn’t even try on Thursday and took more time standing in front of her closet contemplating what she might wear than she had since college. She debated going to town to pick up something new - she had had her best summer outfits with her in California, and she didn’t want to risk Daniel remembering her having worn them already. But the idea of going to town amongst the throngs of tourists was more
Now Hannah’s silence was heard quite loudly on the other end of the line. She wanted nothing more than to see Daniel again, but she never thought it would be in her Breckenridge.
“I will get a room of course” Daniel assured, misunderstanding her hesitation “and I will rent a car so you don’t need to come to Denver to get me.”
“Oh no, that isn’t it. I will gladly come pick you up. It’s just, I don’t want you to have to come all this way…..” Her voice trailed off. How could she explain the fear in her heart without coming across as a total nutcase?
“I will gladly come ‘all that way’ to get to see you again! And I don’t want you to have to drive into the city. This way I will have a car and you won’t have to chauffer me around at all.” Hannah was flattered. He wanted to see her, and he didn’t want to inconvenience her in doing so. “So if I can get a flight out Thursday night, can I come for a long weekend?”
“I’d like nothing more.” The words were true and from deep within.
“Great! I will hang up now just so I can work on getting to see you in two days!” They hung up the phone, but Hannah just stood there smiling, holding her cell phone to her heart. She jumped when it rang. It was Sheila.
“Good morning!” Hannah answered cheerfully.
“I take it you’re bathed and have slept and have no more excuses for avoiding your agent’s inquiries” Sheila had run out of patience. “I am hormonal and bored and better have novel worthy information or my percentage is going up for your next sale.”
Hannah panicked for just a flash. She hadn’t even thought about her novel for the past three days. She relaxed, she was well ahead of her deadline and sure she would be back at it soon. So she shared her “novel worthy” story with as many embellishments as she could to entertain Sheila with.
“So he’s coming to Denver on Thursday?” This was just what Sheila needed for her cabin fever. “Tell him your agent will pick him up and drive him up there.”
“Um, no, but thank you. You are supposed to stay in bed remember?”
“Yes, I do n ot need you to remind me.”
T o Hannah’s relief, Sheila didn’t persist. Hannah did agree to think about meeting them for dinner “sometime” knowing that with Sheila on bed rest it wouldn’t actually happen. Sheila never entertained at her house.
After they hung up, Hannah got herself some more coffee, and then took her laptop to the deck to work on her book. She propped her feet up and sat back in her chair – her usual “work space” for this time of year. However, while typically the words would fly through her fingers to the keyboard, today she sat quietly staring into the lush hillside, sipping her coffee comfortably, her mind unusually quiet.
After an hour, Hannah quit trying. Her mind wouldn’t settle on the characters of her story and instead kept flitting from the past weekend (now more of a fairytale than a recent history) to the coming one. What would they do in Breckenridge for four days? And how could she find the words to tell Daniel that she had no need for him to get a room in town? She couldn’t of course. If he had offered to get a room, she couldn’t be so brazen as to suggest he needn’t. Still, her imagination raced wildly to think of what might occur……
Hannah attempted three more times during that day to work on her novel, and then again on Wednesday. She didn’t even try on Thursday and took more time standing in front of her closet contemplating what she might wear than she had since college. She debated going to town to pick up something new - she had had her best summer outfits with her in California, and she didn’t want to risk Daniel remembering her having worn them already. But the idea of going to town amongst the throngs of tourists was more
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