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Title and epigraphs from the imitable Tracy Chapman's "The Promise."
I've longed for you and I have desired
To see your face, your smile
To be with you wherever you are
So the other night, we was all together for dinner. It's been a few weeks, now. I've watched them accidentally be comfortable with one another and then figure out what happened and get all awkward again, if not almost chilly. But tonight, we had a nice dinner and after I put Tony down and Pete was cleaning up, I came downstairs and they were sitting in the living room. I'm naughty, I know, but I couldn't help myself. I watched 'em a bit. They were laughing about something, Lord knows what. Don't matter to me. Rose had a real smile on her face. He made a funny gesture, some sort of impersonation maybe, she punched his arm. It was right cute. Usually that would be the time they'd get real awkward, laughter would catch in their throats and they'd scoot away from each other. But then she leaned her head on his shoulder. He stiffened up a bit, but then he just let it be. They just let it be.
And for a second, it was like old times. I half expected Mickey to burst in the door with a greasy bag of chips. It was happy and sad all at once. The aftertaste was sweet, though. I let 'em have the rest of their moment without my prying eyes.