Him bending to pick his clothes from the floor always made me raise my head from the pillow. Him leaving was his best side. He liked to see the back of me as well. It was a relief. But to say it out loud would not be good. So we pretended it was all happy sunshine everyday. “You going to the store already?” “Uh huh.” Jesus, he couldn't even bother answering me properly and here I was making an effort. I rolled my back to him and drew the cover over my head. “Have a good day.” “Uh huh.” Closing my eyes, I faked sleep so he wouldn't feel the need to kiss before he left. I listened to the emptiness of the house after the front door closed. “It came out of the sky” by CCR woke me. I flipped the sheet off my head, leaned over and fumbled the phone out of my jean pocket. “Yeah?” “What you doing? Sleeping? You got ten minutes to get here. C'mon”. Violet didn't even wait for me to answer but hung up. I made it in an hour. “There you are!” She came tripping in her laced skirt and looped high heels. “This is the first day of the rest of your life.” Violet squeezed my arm in a quiver of joy and steered me toward the coffee cart. The man behind the little plastic railing with its little plastic shelf didn't look up from frothing his milk though you could tell by the shift in his weight, he knew we were there. “Heya RJ.” Violet leaned in to flash the tops of her tits at him. “This is Lennie, she's going to buy me a mochachino.” Tearing her gaze from the rim of RJ's hat, she widened her eyes at me and jerked her head toward him. “Uh, yeah. And I guess I'll have a small hot chocolate.” RJ never said a word but nodded, and flashed me a smile when he took my money. RJ had thick black eyelashes and looked as if he wore eyeliner. When ... ... middle of paper ... ...humb over his shoulder. “I've got my telescope ready. There's going to be a meteor shower tonight.” I could see dim stars shining in the big purple sky. “It's about dark enough now.” I shivered though it wasn't cold and pulled my hood up. “Naw. I need it really dark.” There was a long pause as he waited for me to say something, but I was empty of words. He glanced up and down the street and not seeing anybody else said, “I got some pot if you want to hang with me for a while.” I squinted at him, trying to see if he was a rapist or something but a lone street light was on and blocked my vision. All I could make out was a white line on his tennis shoes. “How would I get up there?” He jumped to his feet. “Here, I'll show you. There's a loose board on the bottom floor. Wait there.” I waited. He hadn't looked at all bad before it had gotten too dark to see.
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