DISCLAIMER : I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS ....ALTHOUGH I HAVE FEELINGS OF POSSESSION AND OWNERSHIP AS REGARDS TO ERIC STOLTZ AND HIS HAIR. NO LEGAL RIGHTS TO THE ROOSTER UNFORTUNATELY.
REVIEWS: I AM TAKING THE DIMITRI STAND FIRMLY AND VOWING I DON'T READ REVIEWS. BUT THEY'RE REALLY POSITIVE YOU SAY?... WELL THAT'S THE WORST KIND. BESIDES IT DOESN'T SEEM ANYBODY IS REVIEWING MUCH ANYMORE "THE LITTLE WORMS".... BUT THEN I DO 360 AND SAY MY FEELINGS? THE TRUTH? UHHUH AND WHAT'S THAT.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: I MOVE AHEAD ON THE PATH LINED WITH ROSES AND CHEKHOV AND CONTINUE TO MOVE THESE TWO CHARACTERS TOWARDS THEIR ENDING.... MY INSPIRATION- THE ACTING OUT AUDITIONS. IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME TEAR UP TO HEAR ERW AND JULIA SING, AND ERIC'S REACTIONS TO THAT SINGING. BREATHTAKING... I EVEN CATCH MYSELF SINGING THESE SONGS OUT LOUD OVER AND OVER.
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
Writer's Note: Someone suggested to me that my story read like a script/play. At first that left me shocked or something, and if it seems that way it was not a conscious decision but HEY I like that. So if the story seems disjointed I might say it would be better to see each "chapter" as a vignette or act featuring Grace and Dimitri. Thanks..
I'LL FLY AWAY
Waking up with him beside her. His limbs not wrapped around her or touching, or any of the things the realm of dreams had told her to expect. It was a unison of the entire body. A warmth, a body, a soul pressed up alongside her. A soul that belonged. Grace smiled- belonged to her. Someone's son, brother, uncle. Someone's lover. She closed her eyes never wanting the moment to end and at the same time anticipating the ending and eagerly looking forward to all that would follow. Was it blasphemy to love him and want to protect him from - well from any pain , and yet simutaniously want to scream into the PA system at school that she had slept with Mr.Dimitri. He had let her into the shell. The stress fracture her persistence had created in that very hard and decided shell ever present. Her body began physically shaking, a slight tremble that could not even do justice to the feeling of happiness and flight. She smiled and eyes strained to remain dry. She closed them just in case and thought. Thought of all the times she convinced herself not to think. And with her eyes closed the mind sang a song. A song it had carried for years and only now found a home for. Or found an answer to. Name.
"Even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
I saw the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Tossed along the way
Letters that you never meant to send
Lost or thrown away
Now I called up all the things I never knew their name
Don't belong to no one that's a shame
You could hide beside me maybe for a while
And I won't tell them your name....
I think about you all the time
And I don't need to sing
It's lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won't tell them your name."
"August", she whispered. It was greedy self indulgant to voice his name. She knew it would wake him from his sleep and the happy place he found himself but it was not a crude wake up call. It was something sacred the pleasure of saying his name. His handle and identity.
"ummmmf"
"Hi "[she shyly smiled]
"Hi. [the smile he was trying to hold could only grow] Do I know you? [his facial features overtaking an expression of confusion ]
"August!"
"I seem to recall seeing you someplace prior to this bed."
He reached out to brush her chesnut hair back behind her ear. Mahogany. A wood with a history, with a story. Beautiful and soft. Drops of Jupiter... "She acts like summer and walks like rain. Reminds me that there's room to change" he thought. Shattered random thoughts of the night before. August opened his mouth to speak...
"Please don't. You don't have to" [she smiled]
"I do. I do have to--"
But all he could do was look at her. Words could not come or would not come. In her eyes. A feeling that should be fleeting - the feeling of being complete. But it wasn't fleeting. It just was. So cliche eyes, flowers, and poetry but it still remained that was the impression the lingered in his thoughts of Grace. The very name. He leaned in to kiss her. A long lingering patient kiss. Grace felt her head pushed into the pillow and reciprocated to the best of her ability. The covers around her protecting her. Protecting her from what. From revelation, exposure all the things she had so very feared. To let someone see her. But she didn't fear him as his hand fumbled with the covers and went beneath. Inside.
"The birds are singing
In your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
The wind and sun are in the words you say
Where might your lonesome lover be
Birds may be singing in my eyes they stay
Sweet flowers blossom when I smile
But my soul lay stormy
And my heart grows wild
My sweetheart rides a ship upon the sea~~"
They had breakfast in his kitchen. Grace scrambled the eggs and Dimitri manned the frying pan. He didn't want her to get burnt he weakly lamented. She had offered him omelets, fritata, crepes but he prefered a simpler fare. Eggs and toast. Whole grain bread and orange juice (calcium fortified). His hair was damp from the early morning shower. August reflected he had grown unaccustumed to getting up this early the last few weeks. School hours. Grace unfortunately was still programmed to that schedule. Sighing he realized to make this work he would have to change that, at least for their pleasurably anticipated evenings together. Or he would have to change. It was inevitable the existentialist thinker would venture.
~***********************************************~
Grace was in her bedroom. She looked around contemplating the posters, accessories. Realizing the girl who lived in this room was only a visitor now. Cornflower blue sheets she thought and raised her hand to bring it to cover her mouth pure happiness. "Oh My God", she whispered over and over. The door opened to Grace's -as the door sign indicated ....
"So how was the party last night-"
Grace smiled radiant. "It was good."
"I thought you might have called or something."
"God Mom. It was a party you don't just call home to your mother. Can you imagine! " [eye roll]
"I know. It's just you always have in the past--"
Grace began busying herself with the appearance of searching for something. "Well that was the past. And that was during school , I mean it's summer. Other kids--"
"But your not other kids--"
"No I'm not. Or a kid at all. "
"I guess a lot of things have changed around here lately [searching] . Grace I know I never seem to get it right, but it's not that I don't--- It's not that I don't want to know......--you. I guess I've always been too good at presumptions. Too certain about the things I thought I knew. Sometimes I'm just too ready to be there and I'm starting to recognize the impossibility of being all things at all times."
"Mom. It's ok. It's ok now."
"But it should have always been ok."
"Maybe it was... always ok. If you're feeling guilty about -- "
"I never said that Grace."
"I know. You wouldn't but--you don't have to."
"Your very charitable today."
"Actually I prefer virtuous. "
"I see ", Lily said raising her eyebrows. "So this Stacy who had the party, you've been friends with her for a while at school?"
"Stacy? [Grace startled and quickely recovering]. "I guess you could say that ...I mean yes from the play actually. You know, As You Like It."
"Oh."
~**************************************************~
It was raining and that was an unusual thing for August. The month not the man. The first rainfall of the month in fact. They had decided to stay in, rent classic movies and spend the hours at "writing camp" in his bed. August had chosen Orsen Welles' "Citizen Kane" and a Danny Kaye selection of "On the Riviera", "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." August admitted to Danny as his guilty pleasure. A fellow red head although rumoured not naturally, a satiral wit and he enjoyed the duality of Kaye's role in On the Riviera. Grace's seal of approval had leaned towards "High Society". At first August was adamant no popcorn in the bed but when Grace began to feed him popped morsels all good intentions were thrown out the window, the bowl was overturned and chaos resulted. After that any possible objection to food in bed was unthinkable.
"Here it is", Dimitri said tentatively brandishing a package in the air.
"What is it ?"
"Just something I've been hanging onto for the last few weeks."
"August?"
"Shhhhh. Just give it a try."
She took it and puzzled over it for several minutes thoughtfully. Grace looked up, "It's incredible."
His breath caught at the word.
"It's only one Act though. What about the rest and I mean where did you find it.. What's the title? The author?"
He realized she didn't yet see.
~**************************************~
"What colour is it? I mean it's not red or orange. Auburn? Makes me think of Titian . Maybe I should take up painting", Grace mused finguring August's small single ponytail.
They had just attended an art exhibit opening, it was a major museum publically funded but with local contributions as well as this particular exhibit explored, and were returning from the trip. It was an hour and an half drive outside the city and getting out of the car stretching the legs felt good. "We're home", August said locking the car with the remote starter and turning the house keys in his hand. Grace looked over at him but he was not aware of the observation.
August walked into the house slowly accompanied by Grace. The slowness,freeze frame, stillness of a turtle or a snail decending upon him. Any animal with a sensitive shell in fact. And the weight of it burdened him. On the precipice hovering between happiness and loneliness he had realized sometime ago the way the scale would go and what would be needed to balance it. To give it an equilibrium. He felt reassurance it would not be unexpected. She knew. He had seen it in her the last few times they had been together. In the things she said it was a shadow. Or he wanted to believe she had seen it because otherwise the scale was in danger of topling over. The opening had been reletively well attended and was interesting. But he hadn't said much all evening. He had seen her watching him.
In the kitchen, he put down the keys on the counter and loosened his neck tie. Grace didn't remove her jacket but sat down.
"Grace I have something I need to say and you-- you need to listen."
She lifted her eyes to meet his with resolve, "Please."
"I don't want to hurt you--"
"Then don't. August, don't--"
How could he do it. He had played the scene over in his head for countless hours from the role of director, her role . his. But the scene never played out in a way that presented hope or was free from pain. His thoughts coming to him in spurts .....this is where I start screaming. This is what I do best. Taking up the burden he began....
"I've been offered a chance and Grace I can't pass it up. I need that something to go to. A career, a passion. We've talked about it. I've stayed here this summer and put it off, but it's because of you I'm taking it. We've both known all along haven't we. It was temporary--this -- us. Your still seventeen and I'm ---. There are things we both need to do and they can't be done like this. "
She averted her head looking towards the sliding glass doors and a pause pregnant defying words occured.
"You can call, write." She was offering him a life jacket.
"You're right I can. But Grace I won't."
"How can you say that. [she turned to him] I thought I was your passion. I thought it was love always, August. What happened to always. You want me to find a way to see it as lies and using. Then I'm a fool and you a fraud."
"Grace don't. "
"Well what would you call it Mr.Dimitri?" she shot at him. [he cringed]
"I would call it experience. That we tried something and realized it's shortcomings. And Grace there are too many not to see them. It would be lying to ourselves."
"Then lie."
"We can't. I can't. We have to be right. "
"And what is right?"
"Right is what will happen. Grace believe me. Believe in me." [ taking her hand].
"How can I."
"Believe a fraud?"
"No. How can I go on," she said quietly.
He hadn't planned to kiss her. He never let it enter the scene but then seldom reality is present is the planning stage. It comes later to shock the hell out of you and if you're lucky you get out alive.
"You have my love. But I'm saying goodbye Grace and leaving."
"When?"
~***************************************~
"Judy I need a favour. I need you to drive me someplace."
Judy was alone in the kitchen, she had stopped by but not finding Lily had stayed. Judy looked up from her book, there had been an odd catch in Grace's voice.
"Well . I mean sure , of course. Where did you need to go?"
"I'm not sure where it is I'm suppose to go in fact ... [she looked over to read off Judy's expression] I mean I do. I do know where I'm going. I'll give you the address and directions ."
As Judy pulled up along the opposing curb to the rear of the house,Dimitri's car was visible on the side of the house. The back passenger side door open. And the passenger seat flipped ahead. He came around the bush carrying a stack of books and papers. Stopping ,
"Grace." [abruptly]
"I know you told me not to come but [voice breaking] .... I needed to be here."
"To see me go?"
"Maybe."
She moved closer touching his arm. He looked off , over to Judy's veh. His brow puckering. He started to rub her arms slowly. An intake of breath his eyes pierced Grace's soul.
Grace with effort attempted to remain detached ,"So are you sellling the house. Or---"
"No. I'm not sellling it."
"And when my story's published. If it's published."
"Grace. What is this?" He was tired so very tired.
"Don't go."
He looked down.
"I'm only asking once. I can't bring myself to say it again. "
"Please don't. Don't say it again." Dimitri said.
Suddenly unexpected she grabbed his tie firmly then releasing the pressure lightly handling it --- He knew what was happening.. He wanted to stop her. He wanted it all to stop and rewind. fast forward. pause. He had a window of escape but he didn't take it. She pulled him in.
"And she kissed him for the last time."
"No. [pause] She didn't. " he protested.
But she did kiss him. Slow probing . Breaking apart he held her hand that had found it's way into his somehow a moment longer. Judy in the car could only watch the scene in silence. Seeing them talk and the contact but she could not hear what was said.
"Take the keys."
~~~~
I can't live this lie
I don't care whose wrong or right
Too much talking baby
Let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really want to fight no more
Cause it's time for letting go...
Can't you see I don't care
Or are you seeing right through me.....
REVIEWS: I AM TAKING THE DIMITRI STAND FIRMLY AND VOWING I DON'T READ REVIEWS. BUT THEY'RE REALLY POSITIVE YOU SAY?... WELL THAT'S THE WORST KIND. BESIDES IT DOESN'T SEEM ANYBODY IS REVIEWING MUCH ANYMORE "THE LITTLE WORMS".... BUT THEN I DO 360 AND SAY MY FEELINGS? THE TRUTH? UHHUH AND WHAT'S THAT.
CHAPTER SUMMARY: I MOVE AHEAD ON THE PATH LINED WITH ROSES AND CHEKHOV AND CONTINUE TO MOVE THESE TWO CHARACTERS TOWARDS THEIR ENDING.... MY INSPIRATION- THE ACTING OUT AUDITIONS. IT NEVER FAILS TO MAKE ME TEAR UP TO HEAR ERW AND JULIA SING, AND ERIC'S REACTIONS TO THAT SINGING. BREATHTAKING... I EVEN CATCH MYSELF SINGING THESE SONGS OUT LOUD OVER AND OVER.
EMAIL; jeanl2@sympatico.ca
Writer's Note: Someone suggested to me that my story read like a script/play. At first that left me shocked or something, and if it seems that way it was not a conscious decision but HEY I like that. So if the story seems disjointed I might say it would be better to see each "chapter" as a vignette or act featuring Grace and Dimitri. Thanks..
I'LL FLY AWAY
Waking up with him beside her. His limbs not wrapped around her or touching, or any of the things the realm of dreams had told her to expect. It was a unison of the entire body. A warmth, a body, a soul pressed up alongside her. A soul that belonged. Grace smiled- belonged to her. Someone's son, brother, uncle. Someone's lover. She closed her eyes never wanting the moment to end and at the same time anticipating the ending and eagerly looking forward to all that would follow. Was it blasphemy to love him and want to protect him from - well from any pain , and yet simutaniously want to scream into the PA system at school that she had slept with Mr.Dimitri. He had let her into the shell. The stress fracture her persistence had created in that very hard and decided shell ever present. Her body began physically shaking, a slight tremble that could not even do justice to the feeling of happiness and flight. She smiled and eyes strained to remain dry. She closed them just in case and thought. Thought of all the times she convinced herself not to think. And with her eyes closed the mind sang a song. A song it had carried for years and only now found a home for. Or found an answer to. Name.
"Even though the moment passed me by
I still can't turn away
I saw the dreams you never thought you'd lose
Tossed along the way
Letters that you never meant to send
Lost or thrown away
Now I called up all the things I never knew their name
Don't belong to no one that's a shame
You could hide beside me maybe for a while
And I won't tell them your name....
I think about you all the time
And I don't need to sing
It's lonely where you are
Come back down
And I won't tell them your name."
"August", she whispered. It was greedy self indulgant to voice his name. She knew it would wake him from his sleep and the happy place he found himself but it was not a crude wake up call. It was something sacred the pleasure of saying his name. His handle and identity.
"ummmmf"
"Hi "[she shyly smiled]
"Hi. [the smile he was trying to hold could only grow] Do I know you? [his facial features overtaking an expression of confusion ]
"August!"
"I seem to recall seeing you someplace prior to this bed."
He reached out to brush her chesnut hair back behind her ear. Mahogany. A wood with a history, with a story. Beautiful and soft. Drops of Jupiter... "She acts like summer and walks like rain. Reminds me that there's room to change" he thought. Shattered random thoughts of the night before. August opened his mouth to speak...
"Please don't. You don't have to" [she smiled]
"I do. I do have to--"
But all he could do was look at her. Words could not come or would not come. In her eyes. A feeling that should be fleeting - the feeling of being complete. But it wasn't fleeting. It just was. So cliche eyes, flowers, and poetry but it still remained that was the impression the lingered in his thoughts of Grace. The very name. He leaned in to kiss her. A long lingering patient kiss. Grace felt her head pushed into the pillow and reciprocated to the best of her ability. The covers around her protecting her. Protecting her from what. From revelation, exposure all the things she had so very feared. To let someone see her. But she didn't fear him as his hand fumbled with the covers and went beneath. Inside.
"The birds are singing
In your eyes today
Sweet flowers blossom in your smile
The wind and sun are in the words you say
Where might your lonesome lover be
Birds may be singing in my eyes they stay
Sweet flowers blossom when I smile
But my soul lay stormy
And my heart grows wild
My sweetheart rides a ship upon the sea~~"
They had breakfast in his kitchen. Grace scrambled the eggs and Dimitri manned the frying pan. He didn't want her to get burnt he weakly lamented. She had offered him omelets, fritata, crepes but he prefered a simpler fare. Eggs and toast. Whole grain bread and orange juice (calcium fortified). His hair was damp from the early morning shower. August reflected he had grown unaccustumed to getting up this early the last few weeks. School hours. Grace unfortunately was still programmed to that schedule. Sighing he realized to make this work he would have to change that, at least for their pleasurably anticipated evenings together. Or he would have to change. It was inevitable the existentialist thinker would venture.
~***********************************************~
Grace was in her bedroom. She looked around contemplating the posters, accessories. Realizing the girl who lived in this room was only a visitor now. Cornflower blue sheets she thought and raised her hand to bring it to cover her mouth pure happiness. "Oh My God", she whispered over and over. The door opened to Grace's -as the door sign indicated ....
"So how was the party last night-"
Grace smiled radiant. "It was good."
"I thought you might have called or something."
"God Mom. It was a party you don't just call home to your mother. Can you imagine! " [eye roll]
"I know. It's just you always have in the past--"
Grace began busying herself with the appearance of searching for something. "Well that was the past. And that was during school , I mean it's summer. Other kids--"
"But your not other kids--"
"No I'm not. Or a kid at all. "
"I guess a lot of things have changed around here lately [searching] . Grace I know I never seem to get it right, but it's not that I don't--- It's not that I don't want to know......--you. I guess I've always been too good at presumptions. Too certain about the things I thought I knew. Sometimes I'm just too ready to be there and I'm starting to recognize the impossibility of being all things at all times."
"Mom. It's ok. It's ok now."
"But it should have always been ok."
"Maybe it was... always ok. If you're feeling guilty about -- "
"I never said that Grace."
"I know. You wouldn't but--you don't have to."
"Your very charitable today."
"Actually I prefer virtuous. "
"I see ", Lily said raising her eyebrows. "So this Stacy who had the party, you've been friends with her for a while at school?"
"Stacy? [Grace startled and quickely recovering]. "I guess you could say that ...I mean yes from the play actually. You know, As You Like It."
"Oh."
~**************************************************~
It was raining and that was an unusual thing for August. The month not the man. The first rainfall of the month in fact. They had decided to stay in, rent classic movies and spend the hours at "writing camp" in his bed. August had chosen Orsen Welles' "Citizen Kane" and a Danny Kaye selection of "On the Riviera", "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty." August admitted to Danny as his guilty pleasure. A fellow red head although rumoured not naturally, a satiral wit and he enjoyed the duality of Kaye's role in On the Riviera. Grace's seal of approval had leaned towards "High Society". At first August was adamant no popcorn in the bed but when Grace began to feed him popped morsels all good intentions were thrown out the window, the bowl was overturned and chaos resulted. After that any possible objection to food in bed was unthinkable.
"Here it is", Dimitri said tentatively brandishing a package in the air.
"What is it ?"
"Just something I've been hanging onto for the last few weeks."
"August?"
"Shhhhh. Just give it a try."
She took it and puzzled over it for several minutes thoughtfully. Grace looked up, "It's incredible."
His breath caught at the word.
"It's only one Act though. What about the rest and I mean where did you find it.. What's the title? The author?"
He realized she didn't yet see.
~**************************************~
"What colour is it? I mean it's not red or orange. Auburn? Makes me think of Titian . Maybe I should take up painting", Grace mused finguring August's small single ponytail.
They had just attended an art exhibit opening, it was a major museum publically funded but with local contributions as well as this particular exhibit explored, and were returning from the trip. It was an hour and an half drive outside the city and getting out of the car stretching the legs felt good. "We're home", August said locking the car with the remote starter and turning the house keys in his hand. Grace looked over at him but he was not aware of the observation.
August walked into the house slowly accompanied by Grace. The slowness,freeze frame, stillness of a turtle or a snail decending upon him. Any animal with a sensitive shell in fact. And the weight of it burdened him. On the precipice hovering between happiness and loneliness he had realized sometime ago the way the scale would go and what would be needed to balance it. To give it an equilibrium. He felt reassurance it would not be unexpected. She knew. He had seen it in her the last few times they had been together. In the things she said it was a shadow. Or he wanted to believe she had seen it because otherwise the scale was in danger of topling over. The opening had been reletively well attended and was interesting. But he hadn't said much all evening. He had seen her watching him.
In the kitchen, he put down the keys on the counter and loosened his neck tie. Grace didn't remove her jacket but sat down.
"Grace I have something I need to say and you-- you need to listen."
She lifted her eyes to meet his with resolve, "Please."
"I don't want to hurt you--"
"Then don't. August, don't--"
How could he do it. He had played the scene over in his head for countless hours from the role of director, her role . his. But the scene never played out in a way that presented hope or was free from pain. His thoughts coming to him in spurts .....this is where I start screaming. This is what I do best. Taking up the burden he began....
"I've been offered a chance and Grace I can't pass it up. I need that something to go to. A career, a passion. We've talked about it. I've stayed here this summer and put it off, but it's because of you I'm taking it. We've both known all along haven't we. It was temporary--this -- us. Your still seventeen and I'm ---. There are things we both need to do and they can't be done like this. "
She averted her head looking towards the sliding glass doors and a pause pregnant defying words occured.
"You can call, write." She was offering him a life jacket.
"You're right I can. But Grace I won't."
"How can you say that. [she turned to him] I thought I was your passion. I thought it was love always, August. What happened to always. You want me to find a way to see it as lies and using. Then I'm a fool and you a fraud."
"Grace don't. "
"Well what would you call it Mr.Dimitri?" she shot at him. [he cringed]
"I would call it experience. That we tried something and realized it's shortcomings. And Grace there are too many not to see them. It would be lying to ourselves."
"Then lie."
"We can't. I can't. We have to be right. "
"And what is right?"
"Right is what will happen. Grace believe me. Believe in me." [ taking her hand].
"How can I."
"Believe a fraud?"
"No. How can I go on," she said quietly.
He hadn't planned to kiss her. He never let it enter the scene but then seldom reality is present is the planning stage. It comes later to shock the hell out of you and if you're lucky you get out alive.
"You have my love. But I'm saying goodbye Grace and leaving."
"When?"
~***************************************~
"Judy I need a favour. I need you to drive me someplace."
Judy was alone in the kitchen, she had stopped by but not finding Lily had stayed. Judy looked up from her book, there had been an odd catch in Grace's voice.
"Well . I mean sure , of course. Where did you need to go?"
"I'm not sure where it is I'm suppose to go in fact ... [she looked over to read off Judy's expression] I mean I do. I do know where I'm going. I'll give you the address and directions ."
As Judy pulled up along the opposing curb to the rear of the house,Dimitri's car was visible on the side of the house. The back passenger side door open. And the passenger seat flipped ahead. He came around the bush carrying a stack of books and papers. Stopping ,
"Grace." [abruptly]
"I know you told me not to come but [voice breaking] .... I needed to be here."
"To see me go?"
"Maybe."
She moved closer touching his arm. He looked off , over to Judy's veh. His brow puckering. He started to rub her arms slowly. An intake of breath his eyes pierced Grace's soul.
Grace with effort attempted to remain detached ,"So are you sellling the house. Or---"
"No. I'm not sellling it."
"And when my story's published. If it's published."
"Grace. What is this?" He was tired so very tired.
"Don't go."
He looked down.
"I'm only asking once. I can't bring myself to say it again. "
"Please don't. Don't say it again." Dimitri said.
Suddenly unexpected she grabbed his tie firmly then releasing the pressure lightly handling it --- He knew what was happening.. He wanted to stop her. He wanted it all to stop and rewind. fast forward. pause. He had a window of escape but he didn't take it. She pulled him in.
"And she kissed him for the last time."
"No. [pause] She didn't. " he protested.
But she did kiss him. Slow probing . Breaking apart he held her hand that had found it's way into his somehow a moment longer. Judy in the car could only watch the scene in silence. Seeing them talk and the contact but she could not hear what was said.
"Take the keys."
~~~~
I can't live this lie
I don't care whose wrong or right
Too much talking baby
Let's sleep on it tonight
I don't really want to fight no more
Cause it's time for letting go...
Can't you see I don't care
Or are you seeing right through me.....