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Celia felt guilty that she had ruined Rob’s evening of
basketball viewing with her absurd attempts to distract him when he had made it
clear to her that this was his evening’s priority.
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Rob could feel Celia’s eyes on his back. She was probably still pouting as she
lay on the sofa, now in silence, and he was angry enough that he couldn’t even
enjoy the game, even though his team looked like they would pull it out. He even had a momentary fantasy of
covering his beer bottle with his thumb, shaking it and turning it onto Celia,
in case his point hadn’t been made; but he rolled his eyes inwardly at himself
for this and let the bottle remain still.
After
a moment he heard Celia get up from the sofa. Maybe she’s leaving, he half-hoped; but then this would have
to continue tomorrow which he did not relish. But she went into the kitchen. Rob could hear the opening and closing of cupboards and the
fridge and felt himself begin to relax, just to be alone in his living room for
the moment. His team scored again
and he reached for his beer, but it was no longer cold and Rob did not like
warm brew.
He
could ask Celia to get him another one since she was in the kitchen
anyway. That could be construed as
a peace offering of sorts, to begin a “normal” conversation, but she might take
offense at his asking her to wait on him right after he’d told her off. He didn’t want to go into the
kitchen while she was there, either, because then they’d have to speak, unless
he wanted to continue the cold war and ignore her while he grabbed a bottle,
which he didn’t want to do either.
So he remained on the floor in front of the television, while the game
proceeded without his full attention.
Why
did he want to get married, again? He had more sports channels in his cable package
than he could count and he could do this every night, forever, if remained a bachelor. But he knew he didn’t really want
that.
Whatever
Celia was doing in the kitchen, she began to half-sing and half-hum
something. Celia had a pretty
voice; music was her field after all, and this half-and-half eccentricity was
something Rob had always found amusing and endearing. Rob could feel himself relax further as he listened to her,
and suddenly the basketball game was enjoyable again.
He
heard Celia walk back in, and suddenly a cold bottle of beer was dangling in
front of him. He took it as Celia
sat down on the floor next to him, placing a plate of nachos and taquitos, with
salsa, on the floor between them.
She reached over and grabbed her glass of water from the coffee table
and turned her own attention to the game as she took a sip and set it
down.
For
a quick moment Rob braced himself for the continuance of the conversation from
earlier, but then he realized she wasn’t going to return there and
understood: This is her
peace offering. He watched her watching the game next to him, really for
him, because she didn’t care one whit about
basketball.
Rob
took a swig of beer and set the bottle down. When the game went to commercial, he picked up the remote
and muted it as he turned to Celia.
What does Rob say to
Celia?

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