April 11th, 1989
Ben and I were in the kitchen at his this morning making tea and toast when the phone rang. After it rang a few times I asked, “Are you going to answer that?”
“Nah,” he said, reaching behind me to the toaster.
“It’s an early call, it might be important.”
“And if it is, they’ll call back,” he said, kissing me.
Ben buttered the toast and I continued making tea. When the phone started ringing again I gave him a questioning look.
“Doesn’t mean it’s the same person,” he said
“I think you should answer it.”
He made a dash from the kitchen to the dining area and picked up the receiver.
“Hell-o?” then a second later, “This is he.”
I listened as Ben uttered “yes” and “ok” several times and watched him grab the pen and notepad beside the phone. Less than a minute later he hung up and came back into the kitchen.
“Thanks for the tea babe,” he said, picking up the mug and taking a huge gulp. “Did you already eat your toast?”
“No, I was waiting for you.” I said.
Ben picked up his plate. I did the same and followed him.
“What are we doing today?” he asked, placing his plate on the table.
“I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Maybe just stay local?” he asked.
“That sounds good.” I tried with all my might not to but before I could stop myself, I asked, “Who just rang?”
“Work?” I asked.
“Yeah, with some information and dates.”
“For the summer season?”
“That’s the one,” he said.
My stomach was already churning. “So, where are you going?”
“Same place as last year?”
“No, a different resort.”
“That’s good, right?” I asked.
“I think so.”
I wanted to prolong asking but of course I blurted out, “When do you leave?”
“I’ll fill you in later,” he said.
“No, tell me now,” I whined.
I expected him to stall but he surprised me and said, “I’ll be leaving on April the twenty-first.”
Ten days from now.