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crying.
    Ryan
thought that I was cute. He had his arm wrapped around me as we sat
on the sofa. He was probably guessing that I grew up someplace very
sheltered.

    The
next day I was feeling a lot better. I couldn't impose on him
anymore. I had to go home and get some work done. I confessed that I
needed to do a little grocery shopping.
    He
offered to go with me. I thought that would be funny to go shopping
with a real cook. I laughed and agreed. He looked thrilled.
    I
drove behind him to his favorite grocery store. No wonder I had never
seen him out shopping before. This one was a little out of the way.
He parked and I parked my car next to his.
    He
gave my car an odd look. I looked at my car too. It was a cute girl
car. “When was the last time you had your car serviced?”
    “ Oh,
that stuff. It's not even a year old and it has little lights that –
light up if it needs something. I would take it into the station if
that happened.”
    His
eyebrow shot up as I spoke. He looked at me like I was the cutest,
and still the dumbest thing in the world.
    “ Do
you even know how to check the oil?”
    “ Nope,
couldn't change a tire either.” What was he trying to prove? I had
enough money that I didn't have to worry about those things. I wished
that he wouldn't worry so much. It got to be too much. He wasn't my
husband. And if I hadn't gotten sick I would have never showed up at
his door on Tuesday. I had acted that way because I was feverish, and
a little lonely.
    He
fished out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. “Here is my
phone number. Call. I don't want you standing on the side of the road
all by yourself.”
    “ Why
do you always assume that things will go wrong?”
    He
pulled out a shopping cart and gave it to me. Then he shrugged and
got one for himself.
    We
went in and he explained this and that to me. He loved to cook and
everyone knew him here. They had no idea about his hobby, obviously.
He listened carefully to hear which foods I liked and what I didn't
like.
    He
made fun of me when I grabbed another egg plant. I knew where my
strengths were. Meatloaf was a definite strength of mine. He asked if
I would bring it with next Tuesday. I agreed before I thought about
what that meant. He threw a bag of pretzels and a bottle of
coke-a-cola in my cart.
    I
gave him a puzzled look.
    “ For
your stomach,” he whispered. I was afraid that he was going to try
to pay at the register but I went through while he was still talking
to the guy at the meat counter. He caught up to me as I was bagging
my things.
    He
always had an eye on me, like I was a little kid, that could get into
trouble without his help. That was starting to scare me. Maybe the
rest of his clientele were that needy but that just didn't fit for
me.
    He
put the bags in my car and closed the truck for me. Then he put the
bags in his car and shoved our carts together. “This was fun.” He
had his hands on my upper arms to say goodbye this time. “I am so
glad that I was able to help you out. You have my number, don't
hesitate to call, I mean that. I'll see you in a few days. If you
don't feel up to cooking just give me a call or write me an e-mail,
I'll do it then. Take good care of yourself. Have you got your book?”
    I
nodded as I looked up to him.
    “ Then,
you are all set. Please don't try to make up on lost time working.
Start out nice and slow. If you relapse for whatever reason call me.
I'll come. Promise?”
    I
cast my eyes down, but I nodded. I didn't mean it. It was a lie I
hoped I wouldn't be caught at.
    He
gave me a one armed hug. He was holding onto the carts with his other
hand. It was windy out and my hair was flying all over the place.
    “ Goodbye.”
I looked at him for a second before I got into my car and drove off.
He was bringing the carts back as I pulled out of the parking lot. He
wanted me to know that he wasn't following me.

    Friday
– Woke up at nine. Breakfast was just an apple spread throughout
the whole morning. Food