Well, hell. Here I was, minding my own business, reading blog posts when I happened upon Na’ama’s take on Crispina‘s lovely image below. I dutifully left a comment, telling her she had no business leaving us hanging with her post and that I was probably not going to play as I had no ideas. We back and forthed in comments till she retorted with: Wanna write ‘chapter 2’ to what I’d begun…? And well, here I am. Nothing like being coerced challenged. While mine can stand alone, please, do me a favour and read Na’ama’s post first right here before reading mine. Thank you Crispina for hosting this here party weekly! No matchy-matchy this week again 😉
The Right Thing
The attorney frowned at Juliette over his reading glasses. “You’re sure you want to leave that old farmhouse to this Morris guy?
Juliette nodded weakly. “Yes, it is the least I can do. Besides, I made a promise all those years ago.”
“An old promise. Ridiculous! Does he even remember you?”
“I might have broken his heart. I couldn’t tell him I had this heart condition. I didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay with me. So I let him go.”
“That was a big decision for you to make for him.”
“Yes. It was mine to make.”
“As a result, you dealt with this alone.”
“I felt it was the right thing. Better to break it off in the beginning than for us to get in deeper and then still have to lose me. This way he had a chance at finding happiness.”
“I hope he appreciates this.”
