Trish: Glass of wine?
Ash: You have to ask?
Trish: Well girl, I tell ya - you can pick em...
Ash: Oh, I know!
Trish: Don't suppose he's behaving any better than the last time I spoke to him?
Ash: Depends what you mean by 'better'. You kinda gotta admit there's something, well, you know - about a guy who misbehaves some...
Trish: Well, yeah, I get that. But it's not like he's easy is it?
Ash: (laughs) No.
Trish: Well wouldn't you be better off with someone who communicates a little better?
Ash: Make for a short story, wouldn't it? Don't you have, like, 50,000 words or something to fill?
Trish: Well, yes, I do. But part of that is - you know - his side of the story - and he's just not co-operating with me on that front!
Ash: Gimme some time, I'm working on that. And if he was a pushover, to be honest, he probably wouldn't do it for me the way he does. There's just something about the strong, silent type - don't you think? And it's not that he can't use words when he has to - I mean when he -
Trish: (thinking there are some things she really can't put on her Blog) Yes - I'm with ya - but I don't mean words then, I mean when he's talking to you about what he thinks or I'm trying to tell my reader what he thinks -
Ash: (looking surprised) He tells you what he thinks?
Trish: Hell no - That's just the problem!
Ash: So what did he say?
Trish: Well it's not that he would say anything really, it was more of a case of reading between the lines...
Ash: He hates it when I do that. He thinks women make things more complicated than they need to be.
Trish: We do though.
Ash: (shrugging) We mightn't if the men in our lives answered the questions we ask.
Trish: Oh well then you're pretty much stuffed before you start with Gabe then aren't you?
Ash: He didn't used to be like that. We were close once - talked about things - argued them out - it's just, well it's complicated, you know? We knew each other so well for so long and now it's like I still know him - but I don't know him at all - you know?
Trish: (thinking she really should worry that that made complete sense to her) Yeah, I know. But how long can you beat your head against a brick wall?
Ash: (smiling) I can be pretty bloody-minded myself. You'd think he'd know that about me, wouldn't you?
Trish: Honestly? I don't think he trusts you...
Ash: (gazing out of the window while she thinks) Hmmm. I think that's cos I hurt him when I left the way I did eight years ago. He has the memory of an elephant.
Trish: Maybe if you told him why you left the way you did?
Ash: (grimacing) Oh that won't help. That'll just make it worse. Trust me.
Trish: Yeah, but secrets don't help any either. How can he trust you if you won't trust him?
Ash: But that one's not about trust - it's about knowing him well enough to know what he'd have done. I wasn't going to let him mess up his life because of me.
Trish: Maybe he needs to understand that?
Ash: It was eight years ago, it doesn't matter now.
Trish: But if he has the memory of an elephant?
Ash: He just needs time to realize I'm not going anywhere this time and that I've grown up.
Trish: And what happens if he finds out what you never told him?
Ash: (scowling at me) Don't you dare tell him!
Trish: (thinking these two need their heads knocked together!!!) I think you should tell him! I *only* have 50k to work with here!
Ash: (sighs) Just give me some time. I'll get through to him. The Gabe I knew is in there somewhere.
Trish: And what if you don't get through to him?
Ash: I will.
Trish: You do know he thinks that if he was run over by a bus in the next scene that you'd just move on cos that's what you do?
Ash: He said that?
Trish: (nodding firmly) That he did.
Ash: (Downing the remainder of her glass) Oo-hhh... why that stubborn great, blind, useless lump!!! Well if he thinks that then he's a prat. And I obviously still have some work to do. You (pointing a finger at me) better go open that word doc of yours where we live cos he's about to learn that he can't think I'm the same dumb teenager I was when he knew me before! If he'd just once open his eyes and see -
Trish: (stepping well back from the danger zone) Erm - Ash?
Ash: (glaring) What?
Trish: (swallowing hard and pointing) He's behind you...
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