Ryan likes to think he's not an idiot despite evidence to the contrary.
When Elaine shooed him out this afternoon, he'd been a little confused but obliged her. If it weren't for the fact that David had stayed behind, he would have assumed she just wanted the place to herself for a bit.
But she said she was planning something, which made him wonder.
He had sat down in the bar, thinking, trying to figure out what the occasion was. It wasn't their six-month wedding anniversary, it wasn't her birthday and it wasn't his birthday.
After an hour of this, he'd given up, thinking maybe there was no occasion. Ryan had let his mind drift a bit, reading the newspaper the bar had given him. Somewhere between the Op-Ed and Business sections, he noticed the date and then it hit him.
Of course, having spent over a year in this place without calendars or clocks, he wasn't sure of the date. But he had a feeling he was right.
And if he was wrong, well, Elaine would still appreciate the flowers. He knocked on the door to their flat, wondering if
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"It wasn't much," he says with a small shrug. "Vicky would sometimes have me help with her lesson plans." Ryan, not surprisingly, always had good organizational skills.
Elaine never had anything to organize in the first place, really. Unless one counts tapestry yarn.
"Well, you can imagine that I'd never done anything like this before." She pauses and takes a few bites of her salad. "It's been an interesting experience. I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would, and doing better than I thought I would, as well."
One she's going to treasure for...well, ever. It's really the closest she's come (or will come) to having a child of her own.
She smiles. She's actually rather proud of how she's dealt with more modern ways. She doesn't think her brothers, with so much more experience in their world than she, could have done better.
"I think I belong here," she says, thinking aloud. "Much more than I ever belonged at home, anyway."
When Elaine shooed him out this afternoon, he'd been a little confused but obliged her. If it weren't for the fact that David had stayed behind, he would have assumed she just wanted the place to herself for a bit.
But she said she was planning something, which made him wonder.
He had sat down in the bar, thinking, trying to figure out what the occasion was. It wasn't their six-month wedding anniversary, it wasn't her birthday and it wasn't his birthday.
After an hour of this, he'd given up, thinking maybe there was no occasion. Ryan had let his mind drift a bit, reading the newspaper the bar had given him. Somewhere between the Op-Ed and Business sections, he noticed the date and then it hit him.
Of course, having spent over a year in this place without calendars or clocks, he wasn't sure of the date. But he had a feeling he was right.
And if he was wrong, well, Elaine would still appreciate the flowers. He knocked on the door to their flat, wondering if ( ... )
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"Well, you can imagine that I'd never done anything like this before." She pauses and takes a few bites of her salad. "It's been an interesting experience. I'm enjoying it more than I thought I would, and doing better than I thought I would, as well."
One she's going to treasure for...well, ever. It's really the closest she's come (or will come) to having a child of her own.
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Taking a drink of his wine he admits, "Sometimes I forget that."
She did so well with modern life and everything that came with it, he forgets how different it was from her own upbringing.
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"I think I belong here," she says, thinking aloud. "Much more than I ever belonged at home, anyway."
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My place is with you, for as long as we stay.
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