Connections {12}

{This is the end of this story – or the end of this section anyhow. If you want to read from the beginning it starts here.}

Lucas finished packing his rope, zipped his bag, and came back off the platform. Sofia watched him walk toward her, still feeling a bit spacey. So she startled when a voice said, “Sofia!!!”

It was Lori. Lori and some man and another couple. Sofia smiled, “Hey, Lori.” Lori scooted a chair over to her.

“They said you were doing the rope demo with Lucas!! I can’t believe I missed it! Was it wonderful?”

Sofia smiled, nodded. She wanted to say more, but she was suddenly very tired. She stifled a yawn.

“Listen,” Lori was buzzing with excitement, “They’re going – oh! This is Harold, and Lisa and Bill,” she said, gesturing vaguely at the people behind her. Sofia nodded, waved one hand in their direction in greeting. Lucas had joined them and was talking to the one she thought must be Harold.

“We’re talking about going to get something to eat,” Lori went on, slowing down a bit as she focused in on Sofia. “I was going to see if you wanted to – but I don’t have to go – hey, are you ok?” Worried, she paused.

Sofia smiled again, thinking that she really needed to pull it together. “I am,” she said, “I am ok.” She paused, thinking how to explain. “Just a bit spacey. You know… Lucas was doing a rope demo and, you know.”

Lori laughed, “Ok, yes, I guess I do know.” Then Lucas pulled up a chair too so he was on her level and the other guy, Harold moved closer.

Lucas turned to Lori. “Did youall drive down? How are you getting home?”

Lori nodded, “Yes, Sofia drove and I guess she’s driving – oh.” She stopped and looked at Sofia. “Um. I don’t think Sofia’s driving home. I guess I am.” But she sounded uncertain.

Sofia started to say that of course she would drive them home, but when she tried to picture it, it seemed like a bad idea. She yawned instead. She felt a bit like a cat, as if she only had to curl up and wait and someone else would take care of her.

And that was almost exactly what happened. Lucas talked to Lori and Harold, and the next thing Sofia knew, they had arranged for her and Lori to spend the night in an apartment over the dungeon. Lori and Harold were going to an all-night breakfast place with the other couple. “Is that ok with you, Sofia?” asked Lori, anxiously. “I can bring you something to eat.”

Sofia nodded, “Yes, that’s fine. I’m not hungry right now,” but as she said it, she realized that she was hungry. “Or maybe I am. Mashed potatoes. That’s what I want. And some fruit?’

“You got it,” said Lori, giving her a hug. “We won’t be too long.” And they were gone.

Mandy came over then and offered to walk Sofia to the bathroom, where she could also put on her dress. Sofia readily went with her, slipped her dress, and began to feel a bit more collected, although still not fully back to herself. She held on to the blanket.

And Lucas tucked her up on a couch. From there, she could comfortably watch the demos, which had continued. There was a buzz of excitement as the wax play started, but then she might have dozed a bit. The next thing she knew, Lori was back, bringing food, and Sofia was suddenly starving.

She devoured the mashed potatoes and fruit cup, still curled up on the couch, then looked up to find Lucas watching her. “What?” she asked, rubbing her mouth with a napkin. “Do I have food on my face?”

He laughed. “No,” he said. “But I think you just inhaled your dinner.”

“Oh.” She was embarrassed for a minute, and then she shrugged. It wasn’t her fault she felt like she hadn’t eaten in days.

“Do you want to watch the demos? Or walk around? Or go upstairs now?” he asked.

She looked at him, thinking. Go upstairs, walk around, or watch the demos. Go upstairs, walk around, or what? It seemed like a lot of choices. But he was waiting patiently. So she said, “Go upstairs,” and she knew as soon as she said it that it was the right choice. She yawned.

The apartment was nice, but impersonal. Lucas led her into the larger of two bedrooms. He opened a drawer and told her to pick a nightgown. There was a fuzzy grandma gown, a blue negligee, a forest green gown and pajamas that might have had feet in them.

The en suite bathroom had extra toothbrushes, still in their packages, toothpaste, an array of lotions, body wash and condoms in the drawers. Lucas left her to make her own selections. He asked her if she wanted to shower, but she shook her head, no, she really just wanted to go to sleep.

She washed her face and brushed teeth, put on the gown, wondering if Lucas would be gone when she came out. She smiled to see that he was still there, comfortably settled in a an oversized chair.

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked and she nodded. A sudden doubt hit her and she almost panicked – surely he didn’t think she wanted to — But, “Come on, he said, “I’ll tuck you in.”

He pulled down one side of the covers. She saw that he had placed a glass of water on the bed stand beside her. She scooted down in the bed, lying on her side as she almost always did, and he pulled the light covers up over her.

“Lori is going to stay here too – she’ll be here later,” he said. “Mandy brought your purse up, and I assume your phone is in there. I’ll be here, but in the other room.” He touched her cheek lightly. “You did good tonight. Get some sleep now.”

She nodded and yawned. “I will. Thank you, Lucas.”

She heard him go, the door shutting behind him, and she lay awake for a few minutes, feeling snug and secure. Then she was asleep. She didn’t wake even when Lori came in and crawled in beside her.

When she awoke, the sun was streaming in the window and Lori was sound asleep. Sofia got up and wandered out into the living room. The door to the other bedroom was open, and she could see there was no one there. She made her way to the kitchen, looking for coffee. On the counter, was a note from Lucas. His handwriting was large, a clear script.

Coffee’s ready to go, just hit brew. Hope you slept well.

I had to catch an early plane to a conference and won’t be back for a couple of weeks. Take care of yourself. Text me when you get home so I know you made it ok, please. 1-555-739-5151

Lucas

Sofia read the note three times, dismayed. She had not realized how much she was looking forward to seeing him today. “Damn him,” she thought, pressing brew on the coffee, “How dare he get me all interested and just leave??” Then she laughed at herself, because of course that was ridiculous.

6 thoughts on “Connections {12}

  1. He’s gone? Nooo lol. Good on Sofia for doing the demo and again, I love how you described her feelings.

    I love how Lucas took care of her and tucked her. He is a keeper. I hope too that there is more to this story:)

    Hugs
    Roz

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    • I know! I couldn’t believe he left… I’m so glad you enjoyed reading her feelings.

      And yeah, getting tucked in is nice. My second husband used to tuck me in. It was lovely. Of course, he turned out to be a short-term keeper… but still. Lol… Lucas is a whole different person. I actually have more in mind… 💜

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