This time, I decided that instead of getting her something, I would surprise her. I asked the mutt if he could collect a few of Joy’s friends, and have them pop over later tonight. I would leave the key under the front pot plant, and they could let themselves in. I would be having dinner with Joy, and we would come home for dessert. The plan was set. At the restaurant, Joy seemed upset again. “I didn’t buy you anything this year,” I started, and “though you’ll have to wait until we get home to get your Gift.” I must have looked like the cat that got the cream. “I’m glad you didn’t,” she said. “I’m moving back to my parents’ place.” I frowned. “What? When?” I said “Tonight.” “For how long?” “I’m not sure…” She sat there, playing with her fingers, avoiding looking at me. Tears swelled up in her eyes, her chin started to tremble. Tears slowly rolled down her cheek. “We’re just so different, and I’m so tired…” She looked down toward her lap.
