We left Galveston after the boat races

and went south on the Gulf road heading

toward Jamaica Beach where we arrived well before sunset.

She went up the steps into the beach house and and reaching the top,

turned and stuck her tongue out.

The smirk on my face was the only response

I had for her, then I turned to put our things away and wash the car off.

While doing these chores,

I thought about whether

she was really still angry with me for not being home for her birthday,

or was pretending.

Planes do get delayed sometimes,

even on red-eye flights,

so my fate had been decided with nothing I could do about it

She should understand.
 
I was about to find out.

I fed the dogs, then went up to join her,

wanting to shower and then relax.

She hadn’t started taking her shower yet,

so I told her that I would take mine.

She glanced over at me and said,

‘that’s where I was heading.’

I said, ‘you’re welcome to stick with your plan,

if you’d like.’ I was hoping for the best.

I asked her, ‘are you still mad?’ She said,

“I don’t shower with men I’m mad at.’

She smiled, then took my hand.

I had definatly, certainly gotten the best.
 
She had a drink waiting for us after the shower.

It’s still there. Full.