The Coffee Shop—MORNING
I smile at Andrea.
“What?” she says, “You look so happy.”
“That’s very important,” I return, “I’ve never been happy before.”
I am not sure if I am lying.
Andrea is remembering her re-marriage to Spike and wondering why things have run a foul again. She is now thinking of trying it a third time. I am telling her about how he was off with friends buying crack cocaine right before the last wedding as well hanging with his seedy friends at the reception as well.
Its no use, Andrea runs out into the street jumps in her car. Before she can drive off to the church, I race after on foot. I (we) have done this before and I know that the church is on the other side of the block. So if I need to I can cut across a parking lot and alley to make it there before her. I plan what I will say to say as I go.
As I approach, I see her ignition is not turning over and she is getting out again. I get there and take her by the arm.
“I know things are hard and I just make things more complicated but...”
I say this or something similar but I am at a loss for words. Instead, I grab her and kiss her, my tongue numb from lack of use in this pursuit of late.
Still, she kisses back and the taste of her saliva is encouraging. I take her home to put her sad form to bed and take care of her.
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