Page 115 of Scouting the Single Dad

Layla:

Crowning myself as we speak.

Silence crawls.

Me:

For what it’s worth, I don’t think people will be pissed. You worked your ass off.

Layla:

Some will but I can deal with that.

I can deal with a lot of things: Distance. Schedules. Plane tickets.

Living without Layla? Apparently I’m doing that too.

Layla:

You’ll crush your meeting on Monday.

Me:

Thanks. I’m actually looking forward to it. Time to pretend to be an adult. I feel like I’ve been fucking around a lot lately.

Typing bubble . . .

Disappears as I reread my sentence and realize that could be taken the wrong way. However, I don’t edit or correct it because what would be the point?

Layla:

I know what you mean about adulting. Too many distractions, which are . . . distracting. LOL

Me:

Right.

Not the word I want, but it’s the word I have.

Me:

I’m not looking for distractions.

Layla:

Of course. Me neither.

We’re lying.

Layla:

I should go throw my clothes into the dryer. They’ve been sitting in the washing machine all afternoon.

Me:

I should check on Benny . . .

Another beat.