Something short to tie over the weekend since I´ll be going away and leaving the computer at home.
"Oh Wade, my life´s a mess. I don´t know who I am anymore." We sat in the swing after my call to my parents, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.
"You´re overthinkin´this. You´re Zoe Hart, a world famous singer and dancer. Who you are is not defined by the name of your parents."
"Yeah, but take away the singing and dancing, what does that leave me with?"
"You´re a beautiful, strong and independent woman, you´ve lot of things goin´for ya."
"Like what?"
"You bring joy to Harley, you´re a great friend to the mayor and his soon to be missus, you´ve taken Rose under your wing and you make me happy."
"You make me happy too Wade. But I can´t live my life through others, not like my mom did. I need to figure out what it is that I want. I need something to do, something that is important to me. Something to show that I can do it my self."
"It doesn´t mean you can´t take advice from others. I want you to be the best self you can be. We´ll figure somethin´out. You talked about opening a branch of your parents agency here. Or even start up your own. I think that´s a good idea. You know how the business works, you have the contacts, would it be so hard? So what, that it´s what your parents do? Or you could do something completely different. Do you have a hidden talent we don´t know about?"
"No hidden talents. All I´ve ever done is sing and dance. I think I´m a decent songwriter and I play the piano quite well. I make a dance routines that are easy but look complicated. And I love to bake."
"Well there you have it, the writin´ thing. You can write music for someone else, start a dancing school, give piano lessons and you can bake all you want and I´ll even serve it at the Rammer Jammer."
He really knew how to cheer me up, how to calm me down. Those were all pretty good ideas.
"Maybe I´ll off easy and let you taste some of my baked goods. You up for that? It´s not anything like your southern delicacies, but something more continental I´ve picked up along the way."
"I´m sure the mayor will allow you to use his kitchen to make sugary magic. And I think you should present your bakings to Agnes, I mean, if they´re any good. And if there´s any left after me and Lavon had our tastings first. But only if they´re any good."
"I think I have a cookie or two that´ll blow your mind, or at least your tastebuds."
"I know of something else you do that blows my mind."
I knew something that blew my mind too. I looked up at him as he cupped my chin and kissed me. The kissing soon progressed to become more urgent, needy.
"Lets take this inside." I could not agree more.