Not being a morning-after regret

I don’t remember much from last night but the fact that I needed sunglasses to open the fridge this morning tells me it was awesome.

 

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It was really early when I woke in the morning. I made tea in the room and laid in bed, watching TV, when she finally stirred.

“Hey.” She blinked and took her glasses off. Her eyes were red.

“Morning. How are you feeling?”

She made a face.

“You really ought to have some breakfast before we leave.”

“I couldn’t face it. I can’t have solids.”

“OK. I will make you coffee.”

“Does that mean I have to get up?”

“Yes. But you have to anyway.”

“I know.” She pouted. “I’ve had a good time.”

I swung over and hugged her. “Me too.”

She got up and walked carefully. “How drunk was I last night?” She shouted through from the bathroom.

“You were fine.”

“I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I?”

“Nothing. You were fine.”

“Thank God for that.”

We were dressed and packed and went down to the car with the bags. I opened the door for her. Instead of getting in, she stood in front of me, put her arms round me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being you.”

“That’s easy to be. It’s everything else that’s difficult.”

We hadn’t even reached the motorway and Summer was asleep in the seat. I watched her a little as I drove. (Not constantly as that might be a hazard). She didn’t stir, but it gave me chance to think. How different my life was now.

Like a really hard physics problem I didn’t have the answer to, I thought about how and why Victoria died. I couldn’t understand how Victoria could’ve had a fit and the hospital not know what it was and dismiss it so easily and then she died.

I kept the music deliberately low so as not to wake her and she finally opened her eyes half an hour from home.

“Are we there yet?”

“Nearly.”

She sat up straight and took a drink from the water she had.

“I think I am dehydrated.”

“No shit.”

“I know, I’m a pisshead. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You are very funny.”

“It was really what I needed.”

“Me too.”

“You’re a really good friend.”

“Pleasure.” I swung the car into the parking bay of the flats where she lived, got out and took her bag out of the boot. She hugged me.

“I am only ever a phone call away, if you ever need me.”

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