“So, when you warned me that you would be heading out the door and down the street and that you wouldn’t be coming back, what you meant was that you were going back to her.”
“Yes,” I said.
“And you prefer not to leave any misunderstandings behind.”
“I’m sorry, Josie.”
“It’s not like you didn’t warn me.”
“I’m sorry.”
She moved toward the cabin, got halfway around it, and stopped.
“Are you going to marry her, this girlfriend?”
“It’s still undecided.”
“If she won’t have you, I will.”
A moment later, Josie disappeared from view. I watched the spot where she had been standing for a long time. Bachelors, I told myself, and bachelorettes—we fall in love too easily for our own damn good.