I interrupt, "The hell you are, where are you going to meet?"
"I don't know"
"who's going to be there?"
"Him and a friend."
"Fuck, no!, You're not meeting a strange guy and his friend alone!"
It goes on a little longer, mostly me telling her she has to learn more about him then the fact he has issues speaking English and his name is Kevin (yeah, right) and he is Puerto Rican. Yes, she has a thing for guys with great tans. (I'm sorry if that sounds racist, it's supposed to be a joke, but in these thin skinned times with our racist orange raccoon president you have to be careful.)
A few days later I am driving her to work again and I ask her how things are going. The conversation drifts over to her and driving and the restrictions she will have to deal with for the foreseeable future. I tell her she is to never get behind the wheel again without contacts in her eyes. As I pull up to Stop and Shop I say her night driving privileges are being curtailed. She says nothing. I stop and she goes to get out. I tell her I'm doing this because I love her and want her to come home alive, but she's pissed when she gets out of the car.
There also was the conversation where she tells me she is spending about $100.00 on Keshaun for his birthday. I tell her that is too much for someone you only want to date, but are not. She is also going to spend close to $200.00 on a speaker for him for Christmas because he can't afford it and non of his friends have any money to contribute. I tell her not to, but she will not listen and she is angry with me again, I think, or maybe this time I was angry with her.
There are a few other times I started a conversation with her and it would devolve into her being pissed and me saying or at least thinking, 'I'm only doing this because I love you." I think I finally started to learn when to stop when one day driving her home from work and I ask her about something and after a few moments I feel it start to slide into that conversation again, but this time I stop.
Now onto Elena's room. Yes that is still happening, or I guess it would be more correct to say, it is happening again, maybe if it was a Broadway play they would call it a revival. You all remember even during a COVID closed Broadway what a revival is? Well, I'm reviving her room. This is a revival like Broadway, not a revival like in a Hospital where the patient is dead and has to be brought back to life, you know, revived. The room was never dead, it was just sleeping waiting for my eventual return. Almost like sleeping beauty, just without the kissing./
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