June 6, 2010 | Dance Jam Productions,Life in General,Sunday Scribblings
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“If we’re still going to continue to be partners in this contest, I’m going to have to explain something to you. You have no right to judge my situation when you don’t know all the facts and you sure as hell don’t know anything about Tykota.” She pointed an accusing index finger at him.
Jarek nodded, instantly contrite. He’d overstepped his bounds. He wouldn’t be surprised if she kicked him out, never to talk to him again. He wished he could take the words back, knowing he had broken the already fragile bond between them. He would have to bust his butt to get back to where they had been before he’d opened his big mouth.
“You’re right. I don’t know anything about him and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I apologize,” he said sincerely.
Mattie searched his face for a long moment. “Apology accepted,” she said.
But he knew nothing would be the same. At least, not for a while. She was still wary, probably wondering why she had told him anything in the first place.
“So help me understand,” he pleaded, hands out in supplication.
Mattie glanced at her watch, gave Judah a warning command, stood up, and started moving to the doorway.
“I think we’ve said enough already,” she murmured softly.
Apparently that was his cue to leave, so he got up to follow her. His gaze ran over her, taking in the braid that no longer fell to her waist, but now rested between her shoulder blades.
“Mattie.”
She paused and turned to him. Suddenly she felt so old. Old and tired.
“I don’t want to argue anymore, Jarek. And I don’t want you to be mad at me, either. It’s going to be hard enough to concentrate on this contest after spilling my guts to you, and we can’t afford any mess-ups on Friday. So how ‘bout a truce?” she suggested, holding out her hand.
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