Some people prove you right when you wish they’d prove you wrong you just hold your breath, nod your head, and try to play along. The way their eyes get wide when they’ve got something to sell. Jesus taught me not to judge, but sometimes you can just tell. I say okay and smile back as fierce as I can muster, but I cannot match her wild eyes, and all their righteous luster. She gets a small coffee to go, but let’s me know she’ll stay awhile. Kristen wears a summer dress and a terrifying smile. He falls down onto his knees, just to feel the earth. Legs whipping in the naked trees, tie flying in the naked breeze. Same rhythm, predator or prey, but he could not say which one he is tonight. Just a man in the prime of his life, doing what he does best.įeet patter on the frozen ground, the glorious sound of an animal in flight. People passing, there is nothing to see here. He puts his jacket on the passenger seat. He pulls over to the side of the road as it is starting to snow, shuts the engine off, and he steps out into the Michigan cold, it’s mission bitter and bold: to cut right to your teeth. She put his right hand in the middle of her belly and said, “I’m keeping it. Joy broke the news on his one-year anniversary, the sunlight fading from the room. She can get you whatever you need.” In her eyes Ron saw that shiny, black water, washing him out to the sea. Make no mistake – you will too.”Īs he makes the turn onto Liberty Road, he remembers the first day at the firm, the way her father paraded him all around the office and said, “Son, there’s so much for you to learn.” “You see that house, up there, on the hill? You hear that laughter inside? I worked for that. He said, “Listen, Ron, you’re a real good kid, but you better be a damn good man. He says, “Ian, my friend, lately I’m afraid frazzled is all I’ve got.”Īs he starts to drive to God knows where, he thinks about her father…that night at the lake when they stood there alone, staring out at that shiny black water. ![]() “Ron, you alright? You seem kinda frazzled. But the usual sadness is mixed with madness, like he’s looking for the exit in a bad dream. ![]() Every, single, goddamn time.Įverything is normal – the grey suit, the blue eyes, the red eye with room for cream. It goes around.ĭavid’s always on the phone when he comes in. He’s talking to his girlfriend in Japan, who’s ordering a Big Mac from a man, who’s sending a text to his brother to get the score of the baseball game, which his brother is watching as he’s sending an email to his boss, who is sitting at a pub in Berlin, flirting with a girl who’s leaving a message for her mother to remind her to take her medication, but the mother’s on the other line with the other daughter to the other father, who they both think should lose some weight, and the daughter is distracted 'cause she’s chatting online with her husband, who’s presenting at a conference in South Africa, where currently he’s talking to his partner on the phone about the project of the survey that they’re doing in Antarctica and televising live as they speak, via satellite, for a company in Sydney, who is showing the footage on their website, which my sister, who is on semester abroad at a college in Brazil, is watching - nerd that she is - and I know this from a text that she sends me, which I’m reading as I’m making David’s double, dry, skinny cappuccino. David’s always on the phone when he comes in, but should he ever have the time, the one little thing I’d love to ask him is who’s on the other side of that line… But then again, that might just be.strange. ![]() I guess I just wouldn’t mind a couple of words. He looks at me like I’m inconveniencing him I look at him like I don’t mind. David’s always on the phone when he comes in.
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