The Sunday List of Dreams (36 page)

Authors: Kris Radish

What I should have said to Addy…

M
an oh man. I practiced for like an hour on how to tell her about the trip but then when the car pulled up and I saw her just sitting there, doing who the hell knows what women do when they sit in a car and stare, I lost it.

“Lucky,” she would have said if I had told her that the thought just disappeared into some black hole behind my eyebrows, which she has been after me to trim for God’s sake, men in Parker do not trim their eyebrows, “Write it down.”

But I didn’t.

Now I remember when it’s too late. Which is pretty much how my system has been running for a while now.

“Honey,” I wanted to say, “I never told you this because I wanted it to be a surprise but some of those nights when you thought I was out farting around I was working the phones in my office because I wanted to win this trip…for you.”

There was more.

I wanted to see her walking down the beach in her bathing suit and then have one of those dinners right in the sand by the water for just two people with champagne and watch her read for about five hundred hours in a row by the pool, because she’d rather read than eat, but I got so excited when she pulled up and then I got impatient, which is another one of my many life curses, and I just ran outside and told her.

And what I really should have said to Addy disappeared.