Page 37 of When the Snowman Whispered
Damn it. He’s awesome. I don’t even care if I deserve him or not. I’m going to go after him.
The sky continued to darken. Part of me wanted to ask Daniel to come inside. It wouldn’t be a bad idea. The snowmen and the others didn’t come alive last time Daniel was around. Maybe they wouldn’t do it again. Then, I’d have to confront them tomorrow night, and I didn’t feel like dragging this along any further.
Dang it.
Because I survived last night, when the snowman had clearly swooped past my locked window with ease, I didn’t think they meant me any harm. That didn’t mean they could stay around and scare the shit out of me.
I had to know more.
These creatures and I had to talk.
I sighed. “So. . .I have a lot of work to do, but. . .Ireallywant to catch up with you.”
“You do?” Daniel looked like I’d hit him across the face.
“Yes, I do.” I wagged his number in front of me. “I’ll call you to set up something, soon.”
“I want to take you out. If that’s okay. Something simple like dinner and a movie. Have you been downtown yet?”
“No.”
“Why not?” he asked.
I’m embarrassed that Brett moved us back to only start chasing and banging waitresses. Why else am I not showing my face? This place is boring. His affair has clearly been the topic for this fall and winter.
“Uh. . .that’s a long story. Maybe I’ll invite you over for dinner and we can talk about it more then.”
“Okay.” Daniel looked like he wanted to say more, but instead he walked over to me, gave me a half hug, nodded, and headed back to his car.
“Oh, Daniel!” I yelled after him.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Thanks for checking in on me and buying Eternal Heart.”
“I won’t accept your thanks.”
“Why not?”
“Let’s be clear. I bought the piece because I love you. I check on you because I love you. And I am excited about our romantic and sexy dinner, because again I love you.” He opened the truck door.
My heart warmed. “No one said anything about a romantic and sexy dinner.”
“Oh, it’s going to be romantic and sexy. You know how I do.”
“I do.”
And then he jumped in his trunk and drove away.
So thrilled by the moment, I get on my phone and group text message everyone about the possibilities of redemption and love. I wanted to post this new found hopeful spirit on Facebook. Maybe take a selfie of me smiling next to him. Surely, many of my friends had given up on the idea of love after Brett and I divorced. I’d given them a great show in these past years, had the world believing that we were more than we were.
Everyone needed to see this moment in my life, in this time where so much horror bled through our computer screens.
But then the snowman whispered,“Sweet Faith.”
