Tuesday Tales...What Makes Us an Us?
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Could we pick things back up? I wanted clear air, forgiveness established, you know?”
“Of
course, silly me, skipping ahead a few chapters, assuming too much. It’s not a
party till Lola puts her foot in her mouth.” Shooting out in rapid fire
succession, I couldn’t stop talking. Glumly, I realized, you really can’t put the toothpaste back into the
tube.
“You’ve
always worked best without a filter. I knew where I stood.” Marty smiled,
patting my knee.
His
hands. Oh, his hands, working down the buttons on my blouse- slowly unlooping
each catch of the button in the hole. Memories filled my fingertips with the
desire to touch his bare chest. Move your hands up my knee, across my thigh, up
my tummy, I wanted him more than a tonic laced with gin. Common sense kicked
in, returning my voice. “I really need to get going.”
Maybe
he could sit with me right here and now, pretending our benefits never existed
in friendship- I couldn’t. I loved this man, loved him hard. So hard I put him
on the unattainable pedestal, a cherished, valuable diamond in the rough. Willing
to look, not touching, for the sake of preserving his value. Keeping us frozen
in time, our feelings sharp as ever, never fading. He could stay on my mantel,
loving me the same, as I knew I would always love him.
“Lola?
You’re a thousand miles away.”
Oh,
shit, he saw me processing my good-bye. Think fast, lighten the mood. “Happy
thoughts, reminiscing, you know?”
“Aside
from everything, many of my favorite memories include you.”
“We’ll
always have gelato.”
“Grilled
lemonade…”
“Pho…”
“Food became the center of our lives, did we ever think about anything else?” Visits to our favorite café became more than routine, it made us an us.
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