"I suppose I don't gotta ask, then," He whisper to me, still stuck in our embrace. It all wrong, it all so wron'. But I don't move.
"Gotta ask wha'?"
"If ya miss me."
I pull away at that, cause while it true, it ain't sompin' supposed to be acknowledged. My heart ache when I move back, my every sense missin' the embrace. It a real cheesy thought, but I can't but thinkin' it. Even his scent- a mix a musk an' trees, smell real good to me. An' I mean real good.
"It home I missed."
He give me a look, like he tryin' to figure me out. After a beat, he nod.
"I bet it was."
I expected him to be angry. But he's not. His lips ain't in a smile, but I kno' him well enough to see it in his eyes. He knows the truth, he don't need me to admit it. I smile back.
"So how you been?"
I ask this ta both Cecile an' Samuel, pullin' out a chair fo' myself an' motionin' fo' them to do so as well. I don't got no mo' stuff to do today, min' as well talk.
Cecile sit, but Samuel keep standin'. I don't ask why, sometime it best not to. He probably got work to do or sompin' of that nature.
"It alrigh'- Samuel been keepin' me well company in the kitchen when yous been gone."
"How?"
It out my mouth 'fore I can stop. I immediately wanna take it back but there ain't no sense in that. It already out there.
"Sompin' happened."
Cecile start ta fidget a bit, an' sends a somewhat panicked glance toward Samuel. I narrow my eyes, an' wait fo' mo' explanation. I kno' it ain't really my business but I wanna kno anyway. I guess I'll jus' gotta skip bein' polite today.
"Wha'?" I ask, abandonin' my plan to wait 'til they go on. My patience wasn't havin' none of that.
"I talk back to yeur husban'."
"Lloyd?"
He nod, "Yeah. An' I got in real big trouble fo' it."
An' then I know, he can't sit cause it'd hurt him too bad.
"Gotta ask wha'?"
"If ya miss me."
I pull away at that, cause while it true, it ain't sompin' supposed to be acknowledged. My heart ache when I move back, my every sense missin' the embrace. It a real cheesy thought, but I can't but thinkin' it. Even his scent- a mix a musk an' trees, smell real good to me. An' I mean real good.
"It home I missed."
He give me a look, like he tryin' to figure me out. After a beat, he nod.
"I bet it was."
I expected him to be angry. But he's not. His lips ain't in a smile, but I kno' him well enough to see it in his eyes. He knows the truth, he don't need me to admit it. I smile back.
"So how you been?"
I ask this ta both Cecile an' Samuel, pullin' out a chair fo' myself an' motionin' fo' them to do so as well. I don't got no mo' stuff to do today, min' as well talk.
Cecile sit, but Samuel keep standin'. I don't ask why, sometime it best not to. He probably got work to do or sompin' of that nature.
"It alrigh'- Samuel been keepin' me well company in the kitchen when yous been gone."
"How?"
It out my mouth 'fore I can stop. I immediately wanna take it back but there ain't no sense in that. It already out there.
"Sompin' happened."
Cecile start ta fidget a bit, an' sends a somewhat panicked glance toward Samuel. I narrow my eyes, an' wait fo' mo' explanation. I kno' it ain't really my business but I wanna kno anyway. I guess I'll jus' gotta skip bein' polite today.
"Wha'?" I ask, abandonin' my plan to wait 'til they go on. My patience wasn't havin' none of that.
"I talk back to yeur husban'."
"Lloyd?"
He nod, "Yeah. An' I got in real big trouble fo' it."
An' then I know, he can't sit cause it'd hurt him too bad.
