"How long do you reckon"
"How long till what?" He asks, taking a cigar from my hand and lighting it up while held between his lips.
"I'm not sure. How long till they let me back? How long till they... till..."
His eyes glanced towards mine, cueing me in that I don't have to continue, I don't have to finish my thought he gets what I'm saying.
"Do you want the happy little answer that helps you sleep at night or do you want the truthful one?"
I have to think for a moment, not sure if I really want to hear it or not.
"Second."
He took a large puff from the cigar and stood there a moment in silence before sitting down on the curb and waiting for me to join him. If I didn't know him better I'd say that he was stalling. But I know, Ron doesn't hesitate. So why was he obviously doing so now?
"Truthfully" he finally started while puffing on his cigar more and more causing his breath to come out all shaky and rough, "I don't think such a day will ever come."
It was my turn to ask what, which lead to an even longer silent pause before he continued again.
"They're not ready to accept your answer, and because you gave it to them earlier then they really could've stood hearing it, well you know how stubborn she gets. Now she's never going to let this slide.
I just hope that Ron wrong.
But I've never known him to not be anything but right.
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