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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Soon Enough

             He paced around the jet, rubbing his hands and ear by his hearing aid. With her feet tucked under her on the couch, Calli watched her boyfriend. For the past few weeks he had assured her he was ready to meet her parents; now she wasn’t so sure. The previous morning he had been tense through breakfast – almost unable to eat – and was continually checking that he had a pair of black dress socks for the appropriate formal occasion that could arise.
            “Casey, please, come sit and relax,” she said, watching as he made another pass before finally turning as her voice seemed to break him from panicked thoughts.
            “Are you sure dhis is a good idea? I don’ dhink I’m dhe one dhey wan’ ‘o see you widh,” he said, rubbing his face and taking a few more steps around the cabin of the private jet.
            “Well, it’s a little late to turn back now. We’ve been in the air for nearly four hours,” she said, patting the cushion next to her. He sank next to her and hid his face in his hands.
            “I jus’ don’ wan’ ‘o make a bad firs’ impression and embarrass you,” he said, looking at his girlfriend. She placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly and brushing her thumb over his skin.
            “They will love you and understand why I love you,” she said, grabbing a blanket and putting it over him. “Just rest. We’ll be there soon enough.”

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