They went for a pleasant but cool paddle and then after lunch moved much of her stuff back into her home. She said she thought she would be OK to stay the night at her place. Frank watched out his window and when he saw her light go out, he climbed into bed only to be jolted to alertness when a disembodied voice said,
“I love you, Frank.”
He had forgotten about their mutual security system.
“Time to go to sleep April. Goodnight.”
“It would be if you were here in bed with me. Goodnight.”
The next month passed quickly with April going to town three days a week. Two were in the emergency department and one day was for her psychiatrist’s appointment. Frank checked an online dating service and convinced her to register. She was not overly happy but agreed insisting on being cautious about what she said about herself. She spoke about what she wanted in a man and about her values. Frank wanted her to add a picture, but she reminded him she was a changed woman when it came to men and if it took a picture, then the relationship was already flawed from the start. Frank thought they wouldn’t get any responses but was shocked when there were dozens. They sat down to filter through the list and were both appalled by what they saw.
“Hey babe since you didn’t post a picture you must be ugly but I can handle that let’s get together and f...”
“Does this person think that is any way to approach a relationship,” April said.
“I don’t think an emotional relationship is what he has in mind.”
“I know what he has in mind.”
Sadly, that response wasn’t the bottom of the barrel.
“Well, I guess that will not work. We need to get you out in public meeting people. How about me having a barbecue and inviting my new neighbour April over and some others? I don’t know of anybody appropriate but all my friends have sons, daughters and friends.”
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