I wonder if he consciously knows about the effect he has on women? That if you wait until they're just pissed enough at you for not calling, and then you show up with roses and wine, they'll love you all the more? And that, no matter how much the woman knows that this happens, it'll work anyway?
So there I was, wondering if he'd even miss me if I didn't show up, turning herbs to dye. I only noticed the change in the light when some of the others started rushing around closing the windows. You know the sort of storm, no warning, then the rain's rushing in any crack you've given it?
And suddenly, he was back.
He didn't stop to talk to me. But I knew.
I went home and started packing.