Message in a Bottle - Nicholas Sparks [96]
Garrett nodded, listening to his father but still upset about the whole thing. Jeb went on.
“I’m sure you two will be able to work it out. In fact, she’s probably going to do something real special the next time you two are together.”
Garrett said nothing. Jeb took a couple of bites before speaking again.
“You’ve got to understand, Garrett—she’s got responsibilities, just like you do, and sometimes those responsibilities take priority. I’m sure that if something happened in the shop that you had to take care of, you would have done the same thing.”
Garrett leaned back, pushing his half-eaten plate to the side. “I understand all that, Dad. It’s just that I haven’t seen her for a month now, and I was really looking forward to her visit.”
“Don’t you think she wanted to see you, too?”
“She said she did.”
Jeb leaned across the table and pushed Garrett’s plate in front of him again. “Eat your dinner,” he said. “I spent all day cooking, and you’re not going to waste it.”
Garrett looked at his plate. Though he wasn’t hungry anymore, he picked up his fork and took a small bite.
“You know,” his father said as he picked at his own food, “this isn’t the last time this is going to happen, so you shouldn’t get so down about it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that as long as you two continue to live a thousand miles apart, things like this are going to come up and you won’t see each other as much as either one of you wants.”
“Don’t you think I know that?”
“I’m sure you do. But I don’t know if either one of you has the guts to do something about it.”
Garrett looked at his father, thinking, Gee, Dad, tell me how you really feel. Don’t hold back.
“When I was young,” Jeb continued, oblivious of his son’s sour expression, “things were a lot simpler. If a man loved a woman, he asked her to marry him, and then they lived together. It was as simple as that. But you two—it’s like you don’t know what to do.”
“I’ve told you before—it’s not that easy….”
“Sure it is—if you love her, then find a way to be with her. It’s as simple as that. That way, if something comes up and you don’t see each other one weekend, you don’t end up acting like your life is over.”
Jeb paused before continuing. “It just isn’t natural what you two are trying to do, and in the long run, it isn’t going to work. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know,” Garrett said simply, wishing his father would stop talking about it.
His father cocked his eyebrow, waiting. When Garrett didn’t add anything else, Jeb spoke again.
“ ‘I know’? That’s all you have to say?”
He shrugged. “What else can I say?”
“You can say that the next time you see her, you two are going to figure this out. That’s what you can say.”
“Fine—we’ll try to figure it out.”
Jeb put his fork down and glared at his son. “I didn’t say try, Garrett, I said that you two are going to figure this out.”
“Why are you so adamant about it?”
“Because,” he said, “if you two don’t figure it out, you and me are going to keep eating alone for the next twenty years.”
The following day, Garrett took Happenstance out first thing in the morning and stayed on the water until after the sun went down. Though Theresa had left a message for him with her hotel information in Dallas, he hadn’t called last night, telling himself that it was too late and that she was already asleep. It was a lie and he knew it, but he simply didn’t feel like talking to her yet.
The fact was, he didn’t feel like talking to anyone. He was still angry at what she’d done, and the best place for him to think about it was out on the ocean, where no one could bother him. Most of the morning he found himself wondering if she realized how much this whole thing bothered him. More than likely she didn’t—he convinced himself—otherwise she wouldn’t have done it.
That is, if she cared about him.
By the time the sun rose higher in the sky, however, his anger began