Chapter thirty three
Juliet and I ate our lunch in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I thought of a hundred scenarios on how I could approach Clint about his lack of communication. In each one, I envisioned a bad ending. Should I keep my mouth shut and not rock the boat? We loved spending time with each other, but everything stayed on the surface. No talks late into the night about our dreams and ideas. We never discussed our future.
“ I’m over myself,” I leaned back when I ate my last bite of sandwich. “If I don’t get up and do something, I’m going to sit here feeling sorry for myself all day. I didn’t act like a sad sack before Clint, and I’m certainly not going to be one now. Let’s go find something to do.”
“ I have an evening yoga class to teach to the seniors, but I’m
