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"Well, Mephisto didn't exactly give me a time frame. As things go, it could be tomorrow or next century." Andy tells her. "I get the feeling that he's not going to wait that long, though. My luck rarely stays good for long...except where you're concerned." Andy says.
She stopped walking. She'd think about it after he was gone. There was nothing to be gained from getting angry or depressed or anything else by something that could turn out all right. "Right. Let's get a cab and go home. I don't feel like walking anymore."
"Okay, honey." Andy says. He wishes that things could have gone differently and still worked out for everyone, but right now that doesn't seem to be an option. He hails a cab and soon enough, they're both on the way back home.
The cab ride home was silent. Thanks to the holiday traffic, it took as longer than usual. Jenny leaned her head against Andy's shoulder and held his hand in both of hers. She wanted to reassure him and felt that she was failing miserably at it. She finally moved to lean in close as if it whisper in his ear and bit his earlobe. Only a little to get back some of the playful mood they'd had earlier.
Andy sat in silence during the ride, worried that he'd lost Jenny. He wouldn't blame her if she decided to end things with him over this. After all, he'd made a decision about their relationship without consulting her. So it was that he didn't expect the nibbling at his earlobe. He moans a little when she does, then turns to kiss her. "I've missed you so much. Did you know that?" he asks.
"I know. I missed you too." She squeezed his hand. "I'm going to email as I always do, and when your /mission/ is done, we'll have that vacation."
"I really want to take you to Greece someday, if you haven't been. I think you'd like it. We could walk from town to town and see the sights. I love walking the paths that my father took, long ago. I'd love to show them to you." he says.
"I want to see it all." The idea of a walkabout appealed to her. People did that all the time in England, walked from one small village to another for a vacation and the weather was rarely decent.
"Then we're going to. I'll find a way to make it happen." Andy tells her. "Is there any other place in the world you want to see that you never have?" Andy asks.
"Everything." She smiled and rested against him comfortably as the cab made its slow way up Amsterdam Ave. "If I saw anything before the last few years, I don't remember it. I want to see the whole world." |