To make a mountain of your life is just a choice.
Who: Helene Where: Her house What: A phone call When: Evening.
When she'd gotten home, she'd answered Gavin's latest email regarding Friday and then preceded to stand in front of her closet, trying to figure out what she would wear, despite the fact that it was a) three days away, b) possibly not actually a date and c) she would probably change her mind at least three more times before then. Tigger wound her way through Helene's legs and she picked the cat up. "I know, sweetie, but he's a nice guy. I can't help it." The cat nuzzled her and Helene wondered if a run would make her feel a little better. "Come on."
As was her custom, she went out to the yard and placed her clothes on a bench she had near the edge of the woods for that exact reason. Shifting easily, she took off, sprinting through the trees, Tigger matching her pace. It was good to be out and about and she enjoyed it. And it definitely helped calm her. She hunted a squirrel for sport, letting it go when she had pinned it beneath her, enjoying how it shook, thinking it was going to be dinner. She had salad in her fridge and she didn't think squirrel would be a good topping. Tigger, however, did not relinquish the mouse shed caught and, had she been human at the time, Helene would have laughed. She looked so proud of her feline self that Helene gave her a nuzzle when she was finished her meal before heading back to the house.
A short while later, after having changed and eaten herself, Helene sat in her living room with a book, a cup of tea and her cat, her cell within easy reach on the table. She kept looking at it, willing it to ring and she sighed after a few minutes of reading the same line over and over again. This was silly. She was an adult. More than that, she was a vivacious, powerful woman in her own right. Damn rules.
She dialed his number from the card she's inadvertently been using as a book mark and dialed his home number, wondering if he was home from work yet. Moments later, she got his answering machine and her answer. Well, there was no turning back now.
"Hey, Gavin. It's Helene. Suppose you're still at work. Listen, I was wondering if you were free for dinner tomorrow? i'm really looking forward to Friday, but I was hoping to see you before then. Nothing fancy, just dinner here at my house. Let me know if you're available. Otherwise, I'll see you Friday. Have a good night."
She hung up her phone and put it down on the table and turned to the cat, who's head was inclined at her. "What? That wasn't bad, right? I mean, it was short, to the point, not desperate at all. Right?" God, she was hopeless. Curling back up on the couch, she picked up her book again. She was going to finish this chapter, even if it killed her.