Make the Call

We sit beside the kitchen table our knees touching as we face each other.  It’s silent.  The phone rests quietly in between us.  He’s leaning on his knees, thinking.  I sit rigid, upright, arms crossed.

“I don’t think I can do this” I tell him.  Already, I can feel the sweat forming in my palms.  I remind myself to breathe.  My chest rises as I take a deep breath in, and sinks an I let a long breathe out.

“Yes. You can do this.  I’m rite here by you for support.  But you have to be the one to do this.  Give me your hand.”  He takes my hand in between his warm, firm clasp.  I slowly lift my eyes to meet his.  An entire conversation in silence.  I can tell he sees the fear and pain beyond my gaze.  He breaks my panic with his gorgeous, loving smile.  Instantly it calms me.  I feel my face break as I try to fight my own smile and I feel the flush of heat rush to my cheeks.

“When I married you, I promised to be there for you in the hard times.  I’m here.  Make the call” he says.  How did I end up so lucky? I know I married the rite man.  Through thick and thin.  With him by my side, I can do this.  I pick up the phone and begin to dial the number.

Beep. Beep.. Beep… Beep beep beep beep.  Its ringing now.  Once, twice, thr-

“Perry’s Auto Wrecking! How can I help you?”

“Yes, I have a vehicle I need to be picked up.  Please though, be gentle with her..”

I feel his arms wrap around me as he pulls me in to hold me tightly.  I know we’re in this together.

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