Write about: the last chance.
I am, once again, horribly behind on replying to comments. I will try to get going with that in the next couple of days.
Spent the morning weeding in the garden, the afternoon hanging out with Max, and the evening... hanging out with Max while he should have been sleeping.
Back out to the garden tomorrow morning to harvest peas and raspberries for local orders.
"Take me back, baby - please!"
She looks at him for a while, watches him squirm. Her face is impassive, her eyes dry. She says nothing.
"Come on, you know I love you!"
It is difficult for her to resist rolling her eyes at this, but she manages. She has heard this before.
"Look, I know I screwed up, okay? Big time! I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
Her jaw tenses for a moment before she is able to force it to relax. He is being unwise. She does not want to be reminded of his transgressions. It would be in his best interests if she never thought of them again.
"I'll make it up to you!"
This has her attention. She arches an eyebrow, cocks her head to the right. A single word escapes her lips.
The words come tumbling out now, seemingly racing each other out of his mouth. She listens. Eventually he stumbles to a halt. He waits, his expression pained, hopeful. She considers what she has just been told, a little longer than absolutely necessary.
"One last chance."