“You do always like to be a hero.”
“You do always like to be a hero.”
𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴?
She adds some cinnamon and brown sugar to the sweet potatoes. I continue cutting the beans ignoring the insult or compliment, whatever it was. Gladys Knight plays from a speaker in the background.
“I’m sorry if that comes out like I’m mad. I’m honestly not. I don’t think I am jealous, but maybe I am. I never gave a lot of thought to you moving on to someone after me, but it’s been five years. It’s enough time for both of us to move on.”
“I’m not interested in moving on. Maybe I’m one of those people that’s better off alone. I’m just trying to help her out. She’s only a friend.”
Jean smiles, “That’s how all the best relationships start.”
I tilt my head to the side. Jean and I weren’t friends before we started dating. I saw her at a bar when I was eighteen, and after about a dozen beers, asked her on a date. She’s a talker, and I’m not. We did what dumb kids do and married because I was deploying, and we were enough in lust at the time that we didn’t want to live without each other. But still hardly knew each other.
“Like who?” I ask
Jean keeps her mouth silent this time, but her face begins to redden. “I’ve been meaning to tell you for quite some time now, but…”
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