He wasn’t opposed to ambition. He simply believed that a peaceful life was worth something, too.
Delaney called him unmotivated.
He called her impossible to satisfy.
I heard both sides of their arguments, but I never took sides. Whenever Delaney complained about Caleb, I reminded her that she had chosen him. Whenever Caleb complained about Delaney, I told him that relationships required honest conversations.
I thought I was helping them.
I didn’t realize I was becoming emotionally attached to the man I was advising my best friend to keep.
It began with small things.
Caleb remembered that I hated the smell of burnt coffee and brought me a fresh cup whenever he made too much.
He helped me carry heavy boxes of art supplies into my classroom.
When my car battery died on a rainy evening, he drove over with jumper cables without asking for anything in return.
Sometimes, when Delaney was late arriving at his house, he and I would sit on the porch and talk about our days.
