"Megan sounds like she's in such limbo." Caitlin looked in the fridge once more, as if something might need to be used. Like the last egg, or if the milk soured. She checked, and then wondered if she was spending too much time in the kitchen. Actually, she was waiting for her mother to fill in a word on the game they were playing on her electronic tablet. She couldn't get Megan to play the word game with her because Megan swore she was a bad speller. As it was, Caitlin was letting her Mom win.
"Limbo?" Zeke was half listening. He was on his laptop typing away.
"Yeah, you know, their move. She doesn't talk about Derrick, all that much." She looked at a piece of cheese then put it back.
"As if you talk about me." He sighed.
"I talk about you. All the time?" She looked at him then.
"Right." He cracked a smile as if he didn't believe her.
"She knows that I love you. I love the way you fold towels, how you make sure the trash goes where its suppose to." She went to put on the kettle for tea.
"I'm sure Megan wants to hear that," Zeke said. "Not."
"I bet she can't get Derrick to do anything." Caitlin wanted to believe.
"Oh, we do so much together. Work together. Make dinner together." He sounded as if it was way boring.
"We take long walks, and those drives on weekends. We know what we like, together." But then as she said, she supposed there was a boring side to it.
She pulled out her notebook, which was sort of her visionary board for their wedding.
"See, she doesn't have this." She sat at the kitchen table and touched the pages of cut out pictures, as if it were a treasure. Imaging it was really happening. She knew they couldn't keep putting it off. But really, there was something soothing looking at what the future might be.
Zeke closed his laptop and went around to sit with Caitlin and look through the well worn pages. He smiled at simplicity of candles and rose petals. Caitlin did want to keep the wedding a bit old fashioned.
"Why don't we get married here." Zeke suggested.
She looked at him and smiled.. She liked his thinking.
"It could be outside, by the pool." He told her. Caitlin liked the idea. Maybe by summer, Megan would be back and she could be in the wedding.