Roger
I had never told Mimi about April before. She knew that she had died after she found out we had AIDS, but I'd never told her anything beyond that. I was embarrassed talking about it; I'd never even shared any of this with Mark. But the look in Mimi's eyes as she listened intently to what I was saying told me she understood.
April didn't think that she'd make it. And she hadn't. Mimi doesn't think she can make it. But I'm not going to give up on her. I'm going to help her get through this, or I'll die trying.
We lay down on the cool granite, covered by nothing but Maureen's picnic blanket. Mimi was asleep. I turned over on my side and gazed at her. I traced my finger through her tangly brunette curls, over her closed eyelids, over her lips that were pursed into an 'O' shape as her chest rose and fell. I ran my finger down her leg to a run in her stocking, and paused. Mimi's eye's slowly opened, and she gazed up at me, dreamily.
"Rodge?" she said in a groggy voice.
"What time is it?"
"Don't know," I said, leaning in for another kiss. "Don't care."
She smiled, and then the smile turned into a yawn as she fell back asleep. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face into her hair, and soon I too was asleep, lulled by the honking and screeching of the cars below us. I knew things were going to be okay.
I had never told Mimi about April before. She knew that she had died after she found out we had AIDS, but I'd never told her anything beyond that. I was embarrassed talking about it; I'd never even shared any of this with Mark. But the look in Mimi's eyes as she listened intently to what I was saying told me she understood.
April didn't think that she'd make it. And she hadn't. Mimi doesn't think she can make it. But I'm not going to give up on her. I'm going to help her get through this, or I'll die trying.
We lay down on the cool granite, covered by nothing but Maureen's picnic blanket. Mimi was asleep. I turned over on my side and gazed at her. I traced my finger through her tangly brunette curls, over her closed eyelids, over her lips that were pursed into an 'O' shape as her chest rose and fell. I ran my finger down her leg to a run in her stocking, and paused. Mimi's eye's slowly opened, and she gazed up at me, dreamily.
"Rodge?" she said in a groggy voice.
"What time is it?"
"Don't know," I said, leaning in for another kiss. "Don't care."
She smiled, and then the smile turned into a yawn as she fell back asleep. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I buried my face into her hair, and soon I too was asleep, lulled by the honking and screeching of the cars below us. I knew things were going to be okay.
