Chapter 152 I Told You Everything Would Return To Normal Soon

• At first, I wanted to install this ski slope to make Star Cove a luxury resort all year round. Then, last week, I had to fly to Prague because of a major issue with the new Star they are opening there. Who knows what will happen next week. I'm starting to think that those few weeks I had him in Alaska were an anomaly, never to be repeated.
• What if that's the case? What if this is what it means to lead such different lives? What if it has nothing to do with his money and power, and everything to do with simply not being close? Never settling? Maybe Diego is not the kind of man who feels comfortable. I keep busy here, collecting eggs and taking care of the animals, cutting the grass, paying bills, and answering calls for grain and hay, tending to the gardens until I fall asleep with my phone in hand and drool dripping down my chin. Then I get up to do it all over again. It's a big job, trying to keep the farm running. Still, I live for those messages and calls from Diego.
• I slide my phone out of my back pocket, checking for anything new. Yet, there is still no response to my "good morning"text. It's six hours ahead in Prague, so I probably won't hear from him until around four, my time. Whatever the crisis is, it seems to be costing the company a fortune. He's been in a bad mood over the phone. And much more demanding. Trying to ignore my disappointment, I put away my phone and head over to where Abraham, Thomas, and Ben, two sixteen"year"olds from our parish that Dad hired for the harvest, are stacking hay bales. Jean is in the field with the baler.