“Well,” Molly said to Glen just after he had answered the phone, “you’ll be seeing a lot more of me, if you’re up for it. I’m moving back.”
“Back? Pardon me, I’m feeling a little slow on the uptake.”
“Circumstances have dictated that my life would be better if I was living back in Michigan,” she said, sounding only halfway pleased.
“Without going into too much detail, I’ve just been feeling like I’m too far away from Lex and the rest of my friends. And there have been problems locally, socially–I mean, not that kind of social problem, it was a case of mistaken identity actually–anyway, it’s been embarrassing, and I was thinking about moving anyway. Besides, I can’t afford this house!”
“I remember you mentioning that.”
“And,” she added, “since I am a fully employed freelancer with the ability to do her job from wherever she might happen to be, I realized that I didn’t have to find another house here, I could go back to Michigan. And I still have two uncles in the state, so my parents don’t have to freak out about me moving away from them.”
“That sounds like a good thing,” Glen said.
“And I can keep Lex out of trouble, whenever she gets back from Ile du Soleil.”
“And I can make sure that you’re fed properly, as well,” she added. “What are you doing? You’re not even listening to me, are you?”
Glen started. “I’m sorry, no, I’m listening. I was scanning the newspaper. The real estate section.”
“Aw, were you already looking for a house for me?”
“Yes,” he said absently.
“That’s so sweet!” she said. “You are completely forgiven for zoning out on me. Well, half-forgiven. Can’t have you getting away with too much.”
“‘Getting away?'” Glen asked with a smile she couldn’t see. “Am I being trained, now?”
“Not exactly. Maybe I’m just testing you. ‘Responds well to instruction,'” she recited as if she were taking notes. “Anyhow, that’s incredibly nice of you. I just made the decision about an hour ago, and so you’re already way ahead of me as far as planning goes. Shitfire, I can’t even decide what to start packing first.”
“I’m sorry, I’m jumping the gun,” Glen said. “If you need any help though, by all means.” He had a sudden brainstorm. “And if you need help moving, I don’t mind. Helping out, that is. I might even be able to borrow a truck or a van. Save a bit of money. And a friend of mine lives in New York, not far from you. I’ve actually got some parts to deliver to him. It was going to wait until April, but I can head out there any time, really,” he trailed off, hoping he didn’t sound too much like a stalker.
He was relieved when she laughed. “That’s so sweet,” she said again. “And I’d be happy to have you around to lift heavy objects. It’s a date. I’ll even feed you.” Molly sighed. “I’m suddenly feeling a lot better about this. I think I was feeling strange because Lex isn’t around. Usually she’s the one who jumps in with all the things you’re offering.”
“I’m sure if she were at home, she’d be happy to help.”
“I’m sure that if I called and told her, she’d cut her vacation short and come home to help. So I’m not telling her. It can be a surprise for when she gets back.”