Erick and Hilda overthink their attraction to one another. Will they ever do what they yearn to do?
At the door, as Erick prepared to leave, their eyes locked. They both experienced speechlessness. For a very long moment they seemed to sway toward one another. Erick’s hands went to Hilda’s waist, and her arms lifted to entwine around his neck. With a gasp, Hilda dropped her head and arms.
“Erick,” she whispered. “I don’t know if we should open that door yet. It’s an awfully hard one to close.”
His hand gently cupped her chin and raised her head so she had to look at him. “I think that door is already open a crack,” he smiled.
“Maybe so,” she admitted, “but I’m really afraid to step through.”
“Hey,” he murmured, “if it’s what you want, go for it!”
“That’s sure a New Age argument. It’s not just a matter of what I want. What does God want?”
“Now, that,” concluded Erick, “is a tough call when we want something badly.”
“Yes, what would Jesus do?”
“Oh, we know what Jesus would do! More to the point, what would He have us do?”
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Erick glanced at her as he navigated the curves.
“You bet!” Hilda nodded. “But, Erick, I am concerned about one thing.”
“We’ve been married for almost three months now, and we treat each other more like patients than lovers or spouses.” Hilda spoke calmly, but her hands twisted and clenched in her lap.
“Well, Sweetheart, we have both recently been patients, we’ve both had our share of pain, and we’ve both had the responsibility of taking care of one another. You’ve done more along that line than I, but the last time I thought about expressing myself, I got my hands slapped.”
“Well, yeah! You were nearly passed out and had bleeding incisions.”
“I think things will soon approach normal,” Erick smiled.
“When they do, I might show you what I was thinking of doing instead of slapping your hands!” Erick closed his eyes briefly in relief at her sly little smile.
Hilda continued, “I guess we didn’t have what could be called a normal start to our marriage, but then, I wonder what normal is.”
“Why the concern, Hilda? I’m not an old man, even if I have been acting like one since the accident.”
“I know I shouldn’t make comparisons, but Wolfe was about your age when I married him. After Stan was born five years later, Wolfe didn’t have much interest in me anymore. He said he was too old, but I always wondered if that was the real reason. I wondered if I was no longer attractive, or if Wolfe was in depression about retirement. He thought the place would be enough for him, but I don’t think it ever was.”
“You’re right!” Erick nodded grimly. “You shouldn’t make comparisons.”