On Monday, Roger decided to pay Sandra a visit. She’d still be upset, he knew, but she might appreciate the company. And it might provide an opportunity to broach the subject of making her his soulmate instead of Rhyley’s. So he mentioned he was going to Sandra’s to his parents and drove to her house. He parked, headed up to the front door and rang the doorbell.
The door was answered by Mr Longmorrow.
“Oh, hello, Roger. If you’re here to see Sandra, I’m afraid she’s gone out.”
“Oh?” Roger asked, surprised since Sandra didn’t go out with friends a lot. But then it struck him that she might have gone out on her own, as she had a few times before, in search of a way to distract herself from thoughts of Rhyley.
“Yes, with Rhyley Quentin,” replied Mr Longmorrow.
Roger was inwardly shocked and confused. Why would she go out with Rhyley?
“Oh, well, thank you for letting me know,” he said, masking his shock with calm composure.
Mr Longmorrow smiled.
“I’ll tell her you called. I’m sure she’d like to do something with you another time.”
“Thanks, Mr Longmorrow. I’ll be off now.”
Roger walked away and was unsure of what to do. He could try to find out where Rhyley and Sandra were, he supposed. Sitting in his car, he pulled out his phone and dialled the latter’s number.
“Hello?” Sandra said as she picked up.
“Oh, hey, Sandra - it’s Roger. Your dad said you were with Rhyley?”
“Oh yeah, that’s right; we’re taking a walk.”
“A walk?” Roger was very confused. Sandra didn’t sound at all upset - in fact, she sounded rather as though she were happy.
“Yeah, a walk. Listen, Roger, I know you won’t believe it, but he says he didn’t cheat. And I really can’t deal with letting go of him. He’s going to be better now.”
“Sandra, you can’t believe a word that jerk says,” Roger said, alarmed.
“Roger...” Sandra sounded less happy now. “Please don’t be like this.”
“Don’t be like what? Protective? Caring? Rhyley won’t make you happy, Sandra. He’ll just let you down, over and over again. I don’t want to see my best friend miserable and depressed.”
“Well, maybe I’ll be miserable and depressed if you don’t give Rhyley another chance. He’s my soulmate, Roger.”
“He doesn’t have to be,” Roger reminded her.
“Well, I want him to be. Are you going to drop it? Because if you’re not, I’d rather get on with having a nice afternoon with Rhyley.”
“Sandra, he’s not a guy you can trust.”
Sandra sounded pained.
“You don’t know him properly, Roger; you’re blinded by your preconceptions. I’m going to hang up now. I hope we can get past this.”
“Sandra, don’t hang up on me - listen. We’ve known each other for six years...”
Roger’s ear was filled with the tone that played when someone hung up on you. He put his phone in his pocket, frustrated. She was going to get her heart broken. And she wasn’t going to let him stop her.