Chapter 26 Miranda — Go fly a kite
I can no other answer make but thanks, and thanks, and ever thanks
Twelfth Night, William Shakespeare
Bad Cam had become a distraction. While I didn’t respond to his many texts a day, they were beginning to irritate me.
Sarah saw him snuggling up with Jess at a restaurant, so clearly he’d moved on.
So why the begging texts? I blocked him this morning.
Hopefully that was the end of it. I had zero feelings for him now, not even anger when I heard he’d finally entered some kind of thing with Jess.
If she thought he’d commit, she’d be waiting a long time.
Or maybe he would commit. Maybe it was just me who gave him cold feet.
Either way, he was not my business any longer.
I still felt conflicted about Good Cam. He was obviously a kind, sweet man, but I couldn’t let my gratitude for his donation cloud my judgment. I’d wasted years on Bad Cam, so obviously it took me years to identify a dead end.
But my first order of business was to thank him without necessitating medical intervention.
Usually, when I set my mind to it, I could wage any campaign successfully.
The war against Harrison was a case in point.
Why now, when I wanted to actually do something good, did I keep injuring this man?
Les from YouTube had really let me down, though in his defense, he used proper nails and didn’t have glitter glue in his toolbox.
Apparently an adult human male was heavier than the wire-lined wings I’d hung on a sculpture. Who knew?
My next thank-you would have to be perfect to make up for all of this.
Cam’s injuries seemed to be escalating from facial bruises to broken bones, so I had no room for error on my next plan.
Jules had declared herself out of the whole thing and begged me to just talk to him.
Cordy was reluctant but I think she wanted to keep an eye on things and moderate my plans for safety reasons.
Home repairs were out. Shows of gratitude in public places with large overprotective husbands present were out.
What did that leave me? Chocolate or some kind of gift was too easy and wasn’t really making his life easier the way he had made mine.
I mean, it was nice, but anyone could do that. It wasn’t personalized or unique.
What was Cam missing in his life? Then, it hit me.
Fun. He was missing fun. He looked after his sister, he worked hard, he built a website for Damon, he dog-sat Nettie at the drop of a hat.
The man never had fun! As far as I knew, he didn’t date, despite being incredibly handsome and excellent company.
What was fun? For him, probably a movie or something, but it was time to expand his horizons.
I recounted what had given me joy in the past and the first memory to flash into my mind was flying a kite with Grandpa Harold.
He’d made it and we’d gone to the beach to give it a test drive.
Even Cordy, who hated the wind as a kid, was running around shrieking in joy.
The craft store sold kite kits, so I decided to stop there after work and begin my plan.
No one gets injured flying a kite. Even if he flew it at midnight in an electrical storm, there was no metal in it.
Yes. This man needed to cut loose, and this was the perfect way to do it.
Sure, he was on crutches right now, but on a windy enough day, it was manageable.
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I sat back, pleased with my work. The kite was strong and well built.
I took no shortcuts and unlike with the porch repair, I had followed the instructions to the tiniest detail.
The equipment was all supplied so presumably it was safe.
I checked my phone: 10:20 pm. I’d wait another hour until he would be safely asleep and then leave it at his door with the note I’d written.
You deserve some fun. Fly this and remember that your happiness matters too.
Perfect. I was back on track.