Chapter Five
Margaret had been reduced to tears, which was so unlike her, but only for the first hour of her ride home. She had pulled herself together as her fury set in. She felt rejected. Joe was obviously too wrapped up in himself, because he just didn’t get her. She was angry for allowing herself to cry to begin with, telling herself she wasn’t weepy or frail. No, she was tough as nails, but the fact of the matter was that she’d gone along with his camping idea because she loved him.
Margaret wanted to be wooed and made to feel special, to be pampered just a bit. Why couldn’t Joe figure that out? He didn’t have to take her to a five-star resort, but she wanted a bed with a comfortable mattress, and heat, and a bathtub. She didn’t mind camping, and at any other time she would have be
