"So what do you think of your karate teacher?" Megan found herself asking Paul. Lately, they were like two peas in a pod. She took Paul grocery shopping, and he loved helping her pick out fruits and vegetables. At home, he helped her cook.
She was learning to make everything a problem solving experience. At the zoo, his doctor appointments and of course, karate. She talked all the time. When he did have something to say, she repeated it right back. It was starting to become natural now. She'd somehow decided to make the most with Paul.
They'd even started speaking simple French phrases back and forth. She was even surprising herself. There was no time for a pity party, but still this karate instructor was on her mind. Should she even try to get to know him? What if it went all wrong? It would. She expect it.
"He's nice." Paul nodded. He was helping put oranges in a bowl at the dining room table. He counted them for her too.
"Nice." Megan nodded. "You think he's nice?"
"He smiles a lot." It was the simple truth.
"Good." Megan did her best to smile.
"Not like you." Paul shrugged.
"Me?" She almost had a melt down. But his little hand rested on her wrist.
"Its OK, its hard for me too." Paul told her.
Megan blinked tears. She tried to breath, but it was so much harder now. At least, some days.