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The Best Apology
by Lynn Miclea
Ashley sighed as she left the coffee mug on the windowsill in the den. She couldn’t remember how it started, but a mug placed on the windowsill had become a signal between her and Robert. A signal of apology, of tenderness, of caring. A sign of love.
Usually it was a way of apologizing when one of them did or said something wrong, and words were too difficult to speak. A mug left on the ledge said it all. I’m sorry. I love you. Please forgive me.
She knew she had been rough on him that morning. He had tried to help her with cleaning the kitchen, and she had criticized his efforts. But he was doing his best and wanted to help. He meant well, and she had been too quick to put him down. And now she felt bad. She hoped he would see the coffee mug soon so they could get back on good terms.
Her head held low, she left the den and shuffled into the living room. She hated when they argued or put each other down. She always regretted it. Despondent and sad, she sat on the couch. Please find the mug soon, she thought. Being upset with each other always filled her with sadness and longing. She let out a long sigh.
A few minutes later, she heard his footsteps and turned to see Robert enter the den, with a mug in his hand. The soft clack of a coffee mug being placed on the ledge reached her. Did he leave one too?
She quietly stood up and entered the den and watched Robert looking at the two mugs that now sat on the window sill.
He turned to her, surprise on his face. “Ash, sweetheart.” His voice was soft. “I’m sorry. I know I should have—”
“No, no,” she quickly interrupted him. “It was my fault. I’m sorry. I should never have said what I did.”
He opened his arms, and she ran into his warm embrace, breathing in his familiar scent, feeling his love wrap around her, as her sadness and regret melted away.
He kissed her on the top of her head. They held each other for a few minutes, enveloped in warmth, forgiveness, and love.
Robert finally pulled back. “You know what two mugs mean, don’t you?” he asked with a chuckle in his voice.
Ashley looked up into his warm eyes and saw a twinkle there. “Two mugs?”
“Yes,” he said, his eyes smiling. “Two apologies mean we both are sorry and we love each other very much. And,” he added chuckling, “it means the best kind of making up. Come on,” he said, taking her hand and leading her toward the bedroom. “Let’s make this a really good apology.”
She laughed as she strolled with him into the bedroom, their hands clutched tightly together. She gazed at the man she had deeply loved for years. Then she grabbed him and kissed him. “Two mugs is definitely a good thing. And I do want to show you how really sorry I am.”
Robert gave a hearty laugh as he took off his shirt. “Oh, my sweet, beautiful wife,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss. “I love you more than you know.”
Ashley giggled. “Let’s make this the best apology ever.”
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