With no emotion what-so-ever on my face, I stepped into the crowded moviehouse and took a seat in the back. I needed something to do that could maybe take my mind off of the previous 3 months, and Betty suggested this new Charlie Chaplin movie. I knew it wouldn't do any good, but I knew she was only trying to help; and for that, I did as she said. The lights finally went down, and I instantly wished that I had purchased a drink. My throat was dry, and it had been for a while. It was just among those things I wouldn't deal with until brought to my rational attention. I then contemplated the need of newsflashes before the show. Watching this newsflash was almost too much for me to take. I didn't go there to hear about the American pilots in Britain, I went there to see Charlie Chaplin. Covering my mouth out of shock at the theatre's audacity, I stood up and walked out. I KNOW I didn't go there to see the American pilots get shot down. Had those people no decency? The poor souls sitting in that auditorium had probably come to forget about war, not think about it or watch it. Deciding I wasn't strong enough to give management a piece of my frail and confused mind, I walked outside. "Evelyn!" I turned around and saw Danny exiting the moviehouse. I knew instantly that he had left for the same reasons as I. "Hey. Some comedy, huh?" He grinned a little. "How've you been?" Not really knowing how to answer, I just nodded a little, looking to my right. He must have noticed the same thing I did, because we both mentioned the coffee house at the same time. I laughed, as did he. "You want?" He asked. I smiled and nodded. "Yeah." What could it hurt? Danny was a nice guy, and I hadn't seen him in 3 months. And even though I had this feeling that he would talk about Rafe the whole time, that'd be ok. For some reason, when Danny talk about Rafe I didn't let it bother me. I didn't wallow in sorrow and longing, only in laughing at the fond memories they had and picturing Rafe doing all of the stupid stuff Danny talked about.
"One time when I was like, 7, he told me he wanted me to build him some wings so he could fly. I told him he couldn't fly without some kind of engine, but he told me to shut up and make the wings, so I did," I laughed and took a sip from my cup. "He had these wings that we had made out of paper and glue, and I told him that he couldn't jump off of the barn with those. Did he listen? Busted his leg." I laughed even harder, and he took a break from the story telling process to laugh with me. I regained my compsure and took another sip of coffee. "God," I sighed. "I miss him." Danny looked at my eyes, and the words he spoke were as firm as the way he was looking at me. "Yeah, but don't you think that Rafe wasn't back up there the next day, casting everything and telling me to make adjustments on those wings." I smiled. I could see now why Danny and Rafe were friends. Not only were they raised to stand eachother, they had a bond. A bond I can't really describe to this day, but it was special. It wasn't your average bond. When they compared themselves to brothers, they meant it. I looked at my watch. "I guess I'd better go." Danny smiled. "I had a great time." I offered the smile back and stood up. "Me too." "Don't let it be 3 months before I see you again, hear?" I smiled at him again and nodded. "Ok." "Do you need me to walk you home, or..?" I had to come up with a split second decision. "Oh, no. I'll be fine." He gave one of those 'i'm stupid' looks and laughed. "Oh, ofcourse." I picked up my bag and started for the door. "Goodnight." He stood up as I left, a sign of his southern upbringing. "Goodnight." I heard him say, as I walked through the door. I instantly wished I had let him walk me home, but not because I was scared. I wanted more of his company. He made me laugh when remembering Rafe, not cry.
I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep. It wasn't working. My thoughts were going back and forth between focusing on sleep and the evening I spent with Danny. I had so much fun, even if it was just sitting in a coffee shop. Danny was a great person to be around, and stupid me, I had shut the world out for the past 3 months and missed out on that. I nearly jumped 3 feet into the air when a knock on the door came. I wasn't expecting anyone at 10:25 at night, so I immediately assumed that someone had been injured or something and required a nurse's attention. Not even thinking to grab my robe, I ran to the door in my one piece of "lingerie" that I owned. Leave it to me to be wearing it when someone knocks on the door. Only when I turned the light on that I realized it wasn't just anyone, it was Danny. "Oh!" He jumped off of the stairs. "You were asleep, I'm sorry." I really wasn't asleep, but he didn't need to know that. I didn't get the chance to really respond to that statement anyway, because Sandra apparently thought the same thing I did and rushed to the door in her sleepwear. After a timid "hi" from Danny, she realized there was no problem which needed her assistance and ran back to her room. "You forgot this." He handed me my hankerchief. I looked at the white piece of cloth then back at Danny. "Oh, thank you. It was good of you to bring it to me...now." He stuck his hands up. "I'm sorry, it's just that I thought you might need it tomorrow. You know, for work or something." I was touched. He humiliated himself to bring me my..hanky. "But, it's a hanky." He nodded and stepped up to the door. "You know, maybe--" I cut him off by "ssshhh"-ing him. He was talking rather loudly. He lowered his voice. "You know, do you think I could come by some time if I gave you call. Maybe? You know, if you weren't busy." I looked inside. "Maybe." He nodded and repeated. "Maybe?" I nodded. "Ok, I'll see you around then." I nodded and shut the door. Walking away, I heard him mutter to himself. "God, you are such an idiot." I laughed. I didn't think he was an idiot. Well, maybe a little. Any guy in their right mind wouldn't show up at 10:30 to bring a woman her hanky, but it was an excuse he was using. He wanted to see me. And as I turned out the light and climbed back into bed, I realized something. As humiliating for the both of us as it was, I'm glad he came by. I wanted to see him, too.
"One time when I was like, 7, he told me he wanted me to build him some wings so he could fly. I told him he couldn't fly without some kind of engine, but he told me to shut up and make the wings, so I did," I laughed and took a sip from my cup. "He had these wings that we had made out of paper and glue, and I told him that he couldn't jump off of the barn with those. Did he listen? Busted his leg." I laughed even harder, and he took a break from the story telling process to laugh with me. I regained my compsure and took another sip of coffee. "God," I sighed. "I miss him." Danny looked at my eyes, and the words he spoke were as firm as the way he was looking at me. "Yeah, but don't you think that Rafe wasn't back up there the next day, casting everything and telling me to make adjustments on those wings." I smiled. I could see now why Danny and Rafe were friends. Not only were they raised to stand eachother, they had a bond. A bond I can't really describe to this day, but it was special. It wasn't your average bond. When they compared themselves to brothers, they meant it. I looked at my watch. "I guess I'd better go." Danny smiled. "I had a great time." I offered the smile back and stood up. "Me too." "Don't let it be 3 months before I see you again, hear?" I smiled at him again and nodded. "Ok." "Do you need me to walk you home, or..?" I had to come up with a split second decision. "Oh, no. I'll be fine." He gave one of those 'i'm stupid' looks and laughed. "Oh, ofcourse." I picked up my bag and started for the door. "Goodnight." He stood up as I left, a sign of his southern upbringing. "Goodnight." I heard him say, as I walked through the door. I instantly wished I had let him walk me home, but not because I was scared. I wanted more of his company. He made me laugh when remembering Rafe, not cry.
I was laying on my bed, trying to sleep. It wasn't working. My thoughts were going back and forth between focusing on sleep and the evening I spent with Danny. I had so much fun, even if it was just sitting in a coffee shop. Danny was a great person to be around, and stupid me, I had shut the world out for the past 3 months and missed out on that. I nearly jumped 3 feet into the air when a knock on the door came. I wasn't expecting anyone at 10:25 at night, so I immediately assumed that someone had been injured or something and required a nurse's attention. Not even thinking to grab my robe, I ran to the door in my one piece of "lingerie" that I owned. Leave it to me to be wearing it when someone knocks on the door. Only when I turned the light on that I realized it wasn't just anyone, it was Danny. "Oh!" He jumped off of the stairs. "You were asleep, I'm sorry." I really wasn't asleep, but he didn't need to know that. I didn't get the chance to really respond to that statement anyway, because Sandra apparently thought the same thing I did and rushed to the door in her sleepwear. After a timid "hi" from Danny, she realized there was no problem which needed her assistance and ran back to her room. "You forgot this." He handed me my hankerchief. I looked at the white piece of cloth then back at Danny. "Oh, thank you. It was good of you to bring it to me...now." He stuck his hands up. "I'm sorry, it's just that I thought you might need it tomorrow. You know, for work or something." I was touched. He humiliated himself to bring me my..hanky. "But, it's a hanky." He nodded and stepped up to the door. "You know, maybe--" I cut him off by "ssshhh"-ing him. He was talking rather loudly. He lowered his voice. "You know, do you think I could come by some time if I gave you call. Maybe? You know, if you weren't busy." I looked inside. "Maybe." He nodded and repeated. "Maybe?" I nodded. "Ok, I'll see you around then." I nodded and shut the door. Walking away, I heard him mutter to himself. "God, you are such an idiot." I laughed. I didn't think he was an idiot. Well, maybe a little. Any guy in their right mind wouldn't show up at 10:30 to bring a woman her hanky, but it was an excuse he was using. He wanted to see me. And as I turned out the light and climbed back into bed, I realized something. As humiliating for the both of us as it was, I'm glad he came by. I wanted to see him, too.
