"Yes. I'm taking a bath." Only then do I think to ask, "How is Oliver?"
"Better. He's not hugging the toilet any longer, and I
finally got some food in him."
"That's good."
"How are you holding up?" Violet asks.
I scrunch my nose and twirl circles in the water with my free hand. "Ugh. We mostly argue. It's exhausting."
"Why are you doing this? Go home."
"You know why I'm doing this," I mutter.
"Do you think with time you can make the marriage work?" she asks. "I have no idea." I let out a sigh. "I'm going to try my best.
We're just off to a rocky start because we're both stubborn as hell."
"Just don't put yourself through unnecessary torture."
"I won't."
"Let's talk about our spa day. When's good for you?"
"You're the one with the job," I chuckle. "You pick the
day."
Violet's quiet for a moment, then says, "Next Saturday?" "Works for me."
'Love, 'I hear Oliver call Violet.
"Got to go," she says.
"Thanks for the call."