It was only a few days later when Richie texted me to ask for my email address. He was buying the plane tickets and needed to send them somewhere when he finished. I responded quickly after considering how much these international texts were costing me. He only texted a few times a day asking how Harry was doing or wanting a photo but they had to be racking up by now.
I finally got around to speaking to the lady upstairs about watching Harry more often if I started working more hours or looked for a second job. I knew she lived off of government support after an injury at work but I also didn't want to take advantage of her kindness.
Finding a second job wasn't very hard. I only needed a few hours a week and I wasn't planning on staying for very long either. Nowhere would give me time off work if I'd only been working there for a handful of weeks.
I also knew I'd have to quit my job at the coffeeshop, even if I'd been there for nearly a year now, my boss wasn't going to let me go on a holiday longer than two weeks. Surely Richie would want us to visit longer than that.
A few days later I finally got the email I was looking forward to. I noticed the attachments to the email. One for Sophie Mathilda Green and one for Harrison Richard Sambora. I pulled out my phone to send him a text letting him know I received his email. Then opened the attachment to see the itinirary.
Departing flights on August 26th. It had all the info I needed, airport, time, terminal. It was all set out already.
I closed it to look for the return ticket but only found the two tickets I just checked.
I grabbed my phone yet, no response yet to my last text. I typed out the next one. "Where's the return ticket??"
I stared at the screen, waiting for a reply.
From his bedroom Harry announced he was awake. With a sigh I put the phone down and went to get him from his cot. Soon enough he'd want his tea and I still had to prepare it.
Having a chair for him made it much easier to cook for him. I could put him in the chair whenever I needed to do anything and know he was safe instead of crawling on the floor. Eventhough these days he was pulling himself up to walk more often. I just hoped he would wait for his dad to see.
After Harry had his tea and was kept busy with his toys, I picked up my phone to check for a response.
"I'll buy you a return ticket when you need it."
