15 The Club

(Winona)

My brain is mush and it’s almost nine at night when I answer Phillip’s call.

“I think you should call it a night,” he says.

“Is Abby okay?” She’d been a little off this week. Maybe coming down with a virus.

“She’s asleep. All tucked up with Puppy.”

“Did she ask about me? I’m always there by bedtime.” I do feel guilty missing bedtimes all this week, but we usually get a video call in to say goodnight.

Time just flew by tonight though after the board actioned all of our recommendations, I wanted to get the ball rolling.

“She sure did. I told her you love her very much and you would be there to kiss her good morning. She was fine. Anne made her warm cocoa and I read her a book.”

“Great. Thank you, Phillip. You’ll make the best dad.” He’d make an awesome husband too, but I just can’t go there, even though I know I’m being an idiot not to grab this opportunity. But love isn’t always logical.

What am I saying? Love is never logical. It was painful, ridiculous, and dramatic, but nev