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“Nonsense. You had no way of knowing how I felt. Don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s merely a personal quirk.” He pointed at her plate with the tines of his fork and, as if to change the subject, said, “But you don’t like the broccoli?”
“How could you tell?”
“The little mound of it on the edge of your plate.” He poked his fork into the vegetables. “May I?”
“Of course.” She slid her plate closer to him. “You may have every stalk of it on the planet as far as I’m concerned.”
“That’s a lot of hatred there, lady.” Ian smiled as he chewed the broccoli in an exaggerated manner.
“You know it.” Lanett kept her head down as she ate, trying to think of something to discuss. After the nut comment, she sure didn’t want to ask about Nancy and if he’d heard anything about her getting out of the mental ward. Lanett was dreading that but hoping the woman would go straight to jail after being released since the charges against her were so severe.
Ian looked up from his food. “You seem quiet tonight. Are you more at ease now that you’ve had a chance to have some down time after Nancy attacked you?”
“I actually do.” Lanett nodded. So much for not bringing up the subject. “It’s amazing what a nap can do for the psyche.”
“I’m really sorry that happened and I hope you’re not blaming yourself. Or me for that matter.”
“Oh no. One thing I learned a while back—and it wasn’t a pleasant way I learned it—is that that you can’t control anyone else’s behavior. No matter how much you may want to. So, to blame either of us for what she did makes no sense.”
“That’s a good attitude to have. Most people aren’t that smart. At least most people our age.”
“Are you saying I’m old before my time?” Lanett chuckled.
“I would never say such a thing.”
“Because you value your life?”
“You know it.” Ian stood. “Let me help with the clearing up.”
“What are we going to do with all these leftovers?” Lanett eyed the containers with trepidation. She was not a fan of reheated food.
“I can leave them for you or I can take them in to work tomorrow. Those people will be happy to have it.”
“Please do take it. It’s way too much food to leave here.”
“Remind me when I leave.” He picked up the bottle of wine. “Let’s finish this by the fire.”