#Chapter 135: The Other Woman

I have no idea how to answer that question. “Uh…” I say eloquently, searching for the correct words to satisfy my curious child. There is so much about my relationship with Miles that I can’t share with her. Actually, there’s very little that I can share. I guess it wouldn’t be unsafe to share, “It just didn’t work out between us.” “Aww,” Iris says. “I liked him.” “Me, too,” I tell her. The line moves forward and it’s our turn to check out. We both get distracted unloading the cart, and we don’t revisit the subject. On a night when my girls are back at their father’s house, Hugo and I make arrangements for our date. At 7pm sharp, he shows up at my door with a bouquet of freshly-cut flowers. I invite him inside while I grab a vase to put them in water. He follows me into the kitchen but maintains a several foot distance between us. Respectful, probably. But it also gives the impression that he’s a bit nervous. In the kitchen, as I fill a vase with water, I dare a lo