Ernest Hemingway (papahemingway) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2018-09-02 22:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~ernest hemingway, ~isabel lane |
Who? Ernest & Isabel
Where? The diner
When? Monday morning
What? A catch up
Rating? Low, I think
Open? No
Ernest wasn't sure that he had ever been so nervous about leaving a letter for someone before. He supposed that the close proximity didn't help matters, it wasn't the same as posting it across the country for someone to choose to ignore. Whatever happened, he would see Isabel again, and they would both know what had been said even if she had decided not to respond.
But she had responded. A long, thoughtful letter than he'd read three times over, feeling slightly different about it each time. But now that he had slept on it, the feeling that had remained had been a warmth and a certain gratitude. Maybe he really could have his old friend back. God knows he needed as many of them as he could get.
So, boldly, rather than write her out another response, Ernest had decided that he would head down to the diner for a coffee at least. Let her see that he really had been being sincere.
He was a little sheepish as he walked in, and then when he saw her setting out the selection of juices for the breakfast buffet he couldn't help but smile.
"Morning. Hard at work as usual?"