It’s the end of the night, I’m in the middle of painting as a way to relax and unwind when I hear a knock at my door. I am not expecting anyone at 9 o’clock at night on a Saturday night, so I’m feeling a little wary as I put down my paint brush to answer the door. I grab the poker from my fireplace and approach the door hesitantly.

I peek out the lace curtain beside my door to see Stephanie standing on the other side, holding a present in her hands. I roll my eyes and open the door and she immediately says “I know. And I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I come with a peace offering. I really do want us to be friends.”

I leave the door open as I put the fire poker away and Stephanie follows me inside, closing the door behind her. “A fire poker huh? I guess you are from the big city if you’re afraid of people who knock on your door at night. We don’t do that kind of stuff around here.”

I turn around and glare at her, stopping her dead in her tracks. “Have you come to say you’re sorry or criticize me further, because I’m getting mixed signals and really only have the patience for one of those things tonight”

The look on her face tells me she’s not used to people talking to her like that and she doesn’t quite know how to process it. To let her off the hook, I roll my eyes again and take the present out of her hands and walk into the kitchen with it, so I can open it on the dining room table.

She stands at the head of the table, silently watching as I rip the gift wrap off of the box to reveal what turns out to be a beautiful set of crystal wine glasses I’ve ever laid my eyes on. My face softens, a smile grows across my face and as I look up to thank her for them I see that she’s standing there with a bottle of wine and a swiss army knife with the corkscrew already out. “I hear it’s bad luck to get new wine glasses and not drink out of them, so..”

I can smell trouble, but it smells like banana coconut body wash, Hawaiian tropic sunscreen, & sweat, and when it’s coming from her, that’s an intoxicating combination. I unpacked the 2 wine glasses we were going to use from the box and turned around to wash them so we could break them in. I could hear Stephanie rummaging around in the kitchen behind me, but paid no attention to it as whatever she was going to do, she was going to do.

Once the glasses were washed and dried, I turned back to the table to see another pint of ice cream and two spoons. She was comfortable enough to share a pint of ice cream with me right from the start this time. I’m okay with that. I grabbed a blank canvas for her to paint, since I had no intention of stopping painting myself, because I was determined to keep my hands to myself this time. I didn’t want a repeat of the last time she came to visit. Besides, she said it herself, she wants to be friends, so long as I keep my hormones in check, we’re good.

She thanks me for the canvas, but doesn’t even pretend to move to touch it. I pour the wine, a proper pour, I’m not indulging, I’m tasting, and painting, and talking, and staying sober.

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It’s the end of the night, I’m in the middle of painting as a way to relax and unwind when I hear a knock at my door. I am not expecting anyone at 9 o’clock at night on a Saturday night, so I’m feeling a little wary as I put down my paint brush to answer the door. I grab the poker from my fireplace and approach the door hesitantly.



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