Page 59 of It's Not PMS, It's You
Could that be it?
He needed to get over himself.
“I’m not trying to get you drunk if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s dinner wine. I mean, who ever heard of Italian food without wine? Nobody is twisting your arm. Either you want to have some with your dinner, or you don’t.”
He nodded. “I do. Thank you.”
I poured him some wine, and then raised my glass. “To lost and found lockets.”
“Cheers.” Nick clinked my glass. “And to grandmothers.” He winked and clinked my glass again.
That was sweet.
We took the food and the wine to the patio table and sat to eat.
Karma came over and lay underneath the table by my feet.
I leaned against the table to pull the food a little closer to us and noticed something odd. I grabbed the edge of the table and wiggled it.
“What?” Nick said.
“Nothing. It’s just, this table usually annoys the hell out of me because it shakes so much, but now it’s not shaking.”
“Oh—I fixed it. Two of the legs were loose.”
I looked under the table where Karma was lying down and then back up to Nick. “When did you do that?”
“Yesterday.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because it was no big deal.”
Maybe not to him, but I liked his initiative. “Wow . . . thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
“Just remember I’m paying you for all the work you do here.”
“I’m not going to charge you for that.”
“Yes. You are.”
He chuckled. “Hmmm. Okay, let’s see then. Ninety seconds to fix two table legs . . .” He scratched his chin. “Got it. That will be one scoop of pasta.”
“I was already going to give you a scoop of pasta.”
“I guess I’ll have two scoops then.”
I shook my head. “Oh . . .” I looked back toward the kitchen. “I forgot the parmesan cheese. Very important. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll grab it for you.”
Before I could object, Nick was already up and heading back to the house.
“On the refrigerator door, right side,” I called out to him. “Oh, grab some napkins, too. Next to the toaster.”
“Got it.”
