Last night Emily and I took a walk in the rain. She was wearing one of those ridiculous yellow slickers that school children used to wear, and yellow pull-on boots. On her it looked totally adorable. She had the hood pulled up over her head, but when she smiled up at me I could see the raindrops sparkling on her tortoise shell glasses. The slicker made a crinkling sound when she slipped her arm through mine.
We were giving Casey his evening walk, and I let her hold the leash. Casey likes her a lot. I think he knows that when she walks him he's number one and I'm a distant second. I'm totally fine with that. I don't often say it, but Casey's happiness matters to me more than most people would ever imagine.
When we got home I took her slicker and hung it in the shower to drip dry alongside my rain jacket and set about getting dinner for Casey and Bobthecat. Emily was wearing a brown cotton sweater and corduroy skirt. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her boots off, showing matching knee socks. She looked like every adorable nerd girl in every teen movie ever made.
She pulled herself up on the bed and sat cross legged on the pillow with her back on the wall, and sighed with contentment. Bobthecat, having finished his dinner, hopped up on the bed and curled up in her lap, purring as only Bob can do. She smoothed her skirt over her thighs and looked up at me with a laugh welling up inside her. "Wow Jim, your kids really like me!"she giggled. "Does this mean we're getting serious?"
Do you really need to ask, Em?
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