"We need to talk about that," she said. Two weeks passed since the events of her thirty-fifth birthday, and she struggled to make sense of the constant internal dialogue roller coaster. She didn't want to back down no matter how hard Jason tried to brush it aside. Rose kept mentally kicking herself for naively thinking this strange set up between the three of them would somehow magically work out. Invigorated determination woke her this morning. They would talk about what happened come hell or high water. An ocean and several time zones away in China, Rose suspected Matt wanted to resume their conversations about one subject only, and she concluded their previous behavior as juvenile. She didn't want to add such a complication into their daily lives again. How awkward would that be? 'Oh, sorry Jason… I can't help you bring in groceries right now. I'm on the phone with your best friend, but I'll get to it in about fifteen minutes. And after we bring everything in, you can go shoot zombies online with him like nothing happened.' Not that Matt even tried to talk to her directly since that night; his limited contact was in the form of the contract and that box Rose barely opened last night after Jason brought it in.
