“Hey, Sammy, how are you?” Bobby said and I was treated to that wonderful Irish grin that I had loved…and missed so much.
“Bobby! I…I don’t know what to say…I was supposed to meet a friend here…” I stammered as I looked around the food court for Betsy.
Bobby quickly interrupted me.
“Yeah…I got Betsy to do me a little favor…I hope you’re not mad…” he said hesitantly, his soft, brown eyes looking…looking…
Perhaps for the first time, he was wondering how I would feel about seeing him…wondering if maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all.
“Oh…no!” I protested. “Of course not…I…I’m so sorry about that letter, Bobby…” I blurted out and looked down at my hands, not daring to look at his face. Tears were stabbing at my eyes.
Bobby was quick to speak.
“NO! It was me. It was all me. I was so wrong, Sammy. It was all my fault…I was a complete fool.”
He tilted up my chin and looked way too deep into my eyes.
“Forgive me?” he earnestly pleaded…a hint of a smile playing around his mouth.
The Flanagan charm still worked. Of course, I said “yes”…since I’m not sure what else I could have done.