Saturday - 12/15/07 Who: Cissy and Jonah When: Saturday Morning Where: Jonah's apartment What: A much needed conversation. Rated: Probably R for language
It was early, but Cissy knew Jonah well enough to know that he would already be awake. Most likely he was sipping on a hot mug of coffee or tea and reading the weekend edition of the local newspaper. If not that, then he was simply staring out the window, watching as the cold winter morning overtook the sky, feeling the ache of it in his joints, his knees especially.
He wasn't going to be happy to see her. That much she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt. But she had to see him, they needed to talk, she didn't want to just leave things the way that they had left them, and after talking to Wesley, she realized that, unlike most people from her past, he wasn't just letting go and moving on at the drop of a hat. Some small part of her was happy to hear that, some selfish part, but mostly, she felt horrible for it, and she wanted to give him the chance to say what he wanted to say, needed to, in order to move on. Or maybe this wasn't even about that at all. Maybe that was just her, yet again, trying to convince herself that she was a much better and much selfless person than she actually was.
Either way, they needed to talk. And she wasn't going to just message him or email him because that would be easy to ignore. And even though she would deserve it, that wouldn't get any of them anywhere. So bundled up in her winter's best, jeans, fur-lined Timberland boots, a pink cashmere sweater, and a pristine white parka, her cheeks rosey and nose red, she knocked upon Jonah's door and then glanced down at her feet, stomach doing flip flops as she waited.