An Emergency

Around 11 o'clock Wednesday night, Mrs. Ray called. She was locked out of her apartment. Late at night, there's no management to get her in. She called to see if she could stay with me. (Knowing there's only one bed in the house now.)

She came over, stopping at Wal-mart on the way to get a fresh shirt for the next day. She came in, dropped her things on the table, and started crying. I have never heard her cry this way before. I guided her to the couch, hugged her tightly while she let it out.

After calming down a bit, Mrs. Ray said, "My whole world is spinning out of control! I have problems with my new computer, I have locked myself out of my car, and now my apartment, I need to meet service people and take a day off work. I was only able to see my daughter for a few hours last Saturday. I can't contact anyone at church [I think because I go there.] In my pride, I wanted to go to a hotel, but it wasn't worth $50 for five hours' sleep, so I called you. And I am leaving you because of trust issues, your vindictiveness, [and some things I can't remember.] But you're the only one who's been nice to me!"

After a little more conversation, I invited her to come to bed. This time we were both in our underpants, though other go-to-bed activities were as if we were still married. (bathroom, state of undress, etc.) I offered, and Mrs. Ray accepted, a back & leg massage to help her relax. We went to bed. We hugged a bit, and then went to sleep. In the morning, my alarm went off. I moved over to Mrs. Ray to spoon some. I saw her body move & adjust so we could "get a good fit." And I’m the man she’s leaving.

I reminded her that we had promised each other that if there was an emergency, to call. I had no problem at any hour to give her a hand. Even if she had called to ask me to come over to her apartment to move something so late, I would be there for her.

We got up. Mrs. Ray took a shower, and there was no issue when I brought her coffee while she was still behind the clear glass shower doors.

I made a point (to myself) to leave very early, so she was in the house alone, to lock it up before leaving.