Muriel looks off into the distance, staring. It always seemed to help. Jon placed his hand under his chin. He stares down at the ticket in his lap. It reads: XX 36 SUNSHINE & RIDER. He joins his gaze with Muriel's.
"You know we have to talk about this soon."
She turns to look at him. Aggravation wears on her face, near caustic. She shushes him and says: "Johnny-boy, stop it now. We don't have nothin' to talk about. Ain't nothing wrong. Now, let us watch 'em race."
"But Mu-"
"I said shush!"
He quiets down, he doesn't want to rile her up Not after what happened. He shudders at the thought; of the panic and pain; of the hospital stays and sleepless beds. The doctors were never clear. What the hell is a myocardial infarction? What can't we do now?
Jon shakes his head and watches Muriel. Her breathing is off again and ragged. A deep breath in, pause, and a shaky let out. It's been like this since the hospitals and forms. He doesn't know if this is a part of the aftermath or something entirely different.
Margret thinks she's breaking, like a car in the side of the road.
"C'mon Johnny-boy," Muriel shakes him, "Let's go an' get us some of those nachos and a soda pop."
"Mau, we can't, the doctors said-"
"I do not care what them doctors say. I want me some nachos and a soda pop."
"But Mau," he grabs her shoulder lightly. "We can't. You'll get sick again. And we don't want you to get sick again."
She brushed him off her.
"If you ain't comin', I'll go myself." And with that she stands up, turns and beings to walk off.
"Wait!" she stops. "I can't let you go alone." He gets up and follows.
When they sit back down, the races are almost over.
"I don't understand why we has to eat all the way over there. We missed the races."
"Of course you don't Mau. And we didn't miss all the race." Sick and irate, he tries to calm down. "36-Sunshine is up right now. Go, look." he points out at the track.
"...Oh..."She sips at her soda.
"You know we have to talk about this soon."
She turns to look at him. Aggravation wears on her face, near caustic. She shushes him and says: "Johnny-boy, stop it now. We don't have nothin' to talk about. Ain't nothing wrong. Now, let us watch 'em race."
"But Mu-"
"I said shush!"
He quiets down, he doesn't want to rile her up Not after what happened. He shudders at the thought; of the panic and pain; of the hospital stays and sleepless beds. The doctors were never clear. What the hell is a myocardial infarction? What can't we do now?
Jon shakes his head and watches Muriel. Her breathing is off again and ragged. A deep breath in, pause, and a shaky let out. It's been like this since the hospitals and forms. He doesn't know if this is a part of the aftermath or something entirely different.
Margret thinks she's breaking, like a car in the side of the road.
"C'mon Johnny-boy," Muriel shakes him, "Let's go an' get us some of those nachos and a soda pop."
"Mau, we can't, the doctors said-"
"I do not care what them doctors say. I want me some nachos and a soda pop."
"But Mau," he grabs her shoulder lightly. "We can't. You'll get sick again. And we don't want you to get sick again."
She brushed him off her.
"If you ain't comin', I'll go myself." And with that she stands up, turns and beings to walk off.
"Wait!" she stops. "I can't let you go alone." He gets up and follows.
When they sit back down, the races are almost over.
"I don't understand why we has to eat all the way over there. We missed the races."
"Of course you don't Mau. And we didn't miss all the race." Sick and irate, he tries to calm down. "36-Sunshine is up right now. Go, look." he points out at the track.
"...Oh..."She sips at her soda.
