{ w h o } Evelyn and Bailey. { w h a t } Two very different discussions are had. { w h e n } Monday morning. { w h e r e } Halfway between his trailer and hers. { r a t i n g } Probably G. { s t a t u s } Complete.
Okay, he admitted it. He'd sort of been avoiding Evelyn since getting back to the carnival, because after having dealt with his hysterical mother and fiery sister (bless them both) for the past few days, he wasn't sure his heart could take another woman he loved being upset with him for making her upset. The worst part of his ordeal, now that it was over, was knowing he'd worried people needlessly just because he'd been reckless and stupid and hadn't once considered how others would feel if something were to happen to him. He'd been selfish, and now he deserved every ounce of the guilt that was making him feel like the lowest of the low.
Still, he wanted to make it up to Evelyn, both for possibly worrying her the other day and for waiting a couple of days to talk to her again. A simple apology wasn't going to cut it, though. The need to grovel, coupled with the realisation that he actually didn't have forever to do all the things he'd been too chicken to do so far necessitated a little more creativity than that. Evelyn was too good of a woman to put up with this sort of thing, and Bailey decided that if he didn't make some sort of a move soon, it was very likely he could lose her forever. No more procrastinating. He'd gotten his second chance, and he was going to make the best of it.
He'd left and gone back to his trailer several times as he tried to head to Evelyn's, his nerves getting the better of him. There will be no chickening out this time, he'd warned himself. Nevertheless, his hands were shaking as he clutched the little pink envelope and the bundle wrapped in brown paper, nearly dropping them as he went outside again and headed toward her trailer.