The chapter title is a play on words of sorts, just so y'all don't think
I'm a complete fool. even if I am.
This *very short* installment goes out to MLSS for coming over here and reading my story. Also to Carolyn and MLSS for figuring out it's a dream. You'd be surprised of the number of people who haven't clued in.
I'm wake up to the sound of the phone. I glance at the clock. It's after nine. Max is still asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Logan," Original Cindy's voice comes through the receiver. "I don't mean to worry you or anything, but have you seen Max? She was acting really weird last night and I can't get a hold of her. She told me that she'd stay at Joshua's, but he said she didn't even stop by. It's not like her to skip out without telling anyone."
"Actually, it's exactly like her. She's fine."
"Right, and I'm in love with Sketchy. I won't believe you until I speak with her."
"What your homegirl don't report to you and you suddenly drop the tough slang act? Max is fine, she's asleep." What I don't mention is how she had cried silently last night, how I had felt her body racked with sobs. Max had a dream, so painful that all I managed to discover was that no matter how far she ran, Max will always carry the scars of being raised in that hellhole. She'll always be terrified they'll go after her family. Cindy doesn't need to know, and it's not my story to tell.
She laughs "My boo don't sleep."
"She does now. She had a bad night, came over here. She'll be at work later." I hang the phone up.
"Hey Logan."
"Max. You hungry? I'm sure I could whip up something." Dark circles surround her eyes, remnants of last night's nightmare.
"MMMM. this better not be a dream. I'm starving. Sorry about last night, I'm not always that much of a freak."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. all that happened last night was a very lucky instant on my part. Finally, somebody realized that sleeping isn't all it's cracked up to be"
She flashes me a grateful smile. "What do you have? Any chicken, maybe with a high class wine?"
"How about eggs and some milk."
"Why do I get the feeling I'm trading down?"
"Chicken and wine are for tonight. I really do hate to eat alone. perhaps you know someone who'd like to join me?"
"Nope. I guess you'll just have to make do with me. Although, just warning you, I eat like a pig."
"I'm sure it's a very beautiful pig."
Everything needs to be perfect. She's admitted she cares, but she could still run. I can't let her.
This *very short* installment goes out to MLSS for coming over here and reading my story. Also to Carolyn and MLSS for figuring out it's a dream. You'd be surprised of the number of people who haven't clued in.
I'm wake up to the sound of the phone. I glance at the clock. It's after nine. Max is still asleep.
"Yeah?"
"Hey Logan," Original Cindy's voice comes through the receiver. "I don't mean to worry you or anything, but have you seen Max? She was acting really weird last night and I can't get a hold of her. She told me that she'd stay at Joshua's, but he said she didn't even stop by. It's not like her to skip out without telling anyone."
"Actually, it's exactly like her. She's fine."
"Right, and I'm in love with Sketchy. I won't believe you until I speak with her."
"What your homegirl don't report to you and you suddenly drop the tough slang act? Max is fine, she's asleep." What I don't mention is how she had cried silently last night, how I had felt her body racked with sobs. Max had a dream, so painful that all I managed to discover was that no matter how far she ran, Max will always carry the scars of being raised in that hellhole. She'll always be terrified they'll go after her family. Cindy doesn't need to know, and it's not my story to tell.
She laughs "My boo don't sleep."
"She does now. She had a bad night, came over here. She'll be at work later." I hang the phone up.
"Hey Logan."
"Max. You hungry? I'm sure I could whip up something." Dark circles surround her eyes, remnants of last night's nightmare.
"MMMM. this better not be a dream. I'm starving. Sorry about last night, I'm not always that much of a freak."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. all that happened last night was a very lucky instant on my part. Finally, somebody realized that sleeping isn't all it's cracked up to be"
She flashes me a grateful smile. "What do you have? Any chicken, maybe with a high class wine?"
"How about eggs and some milk."
"Why do I get the feeling I'm trading down?"
"Chicken and wine are for tonight. I really do hate to eat alone. perhaps you know someone who'd like to join me?"
"Nope. I guess you'll just have to make do with me. Although, just warning you, I eat like a pig."
"I'm sure it's a very beautiful pig."
Everything needs to be perfect. She's admitted she cares, but she could still run. I can't let her.
