until then

Lon wasn't so sure what he'd do with himself while Ellie was away.

Of course, there was work. And if that wasn't enough he could still type on the novel. He wasn't making that much head way with it, lately. Why did the book have to be so long? Why couldn't Lydia's handwriting be easier to read?


"I think I'll sleep a lot." He told Ellie.

"I don't see that happening." She teased him. After all the people next door were having a holiday cookout and had invited them. There would be girls. "You'll probably go over and grill for those guys."

"No I won't." He looked at her as if she was crazy. "I'm going to be very tired, and I don't know them."

"Well, they think they know you," Ellie reminded him. "Every-time you step out the door you've got Rhonda and Chelsea waving at you."


"I didn't even know their names." He shot back that he hoped she didn't think he was interested because he wasn't. "Look, I know its just the weekend. And really wish I could go, but this job came up and you know I can't pass it up."

"I know." She didn't act sad to him. He thought she trusted him.

"I'm going to want to call you all the time," Lon shrugged.

"You will?"

"But I won't." He didn't want to be annoying, either. "I'm going to watch DVDs all weekend long."

He already had a hand full of DVDs handpicked just for such occasion.

They kissed then in their room. He was going to spend every moment he could with her before she had to go. Perhaps it was a selfish thing, but really deep down he knew she wanted that too. He hadn't ever felt a connection with anyone quite like that.