Part 12: One person's clarity
"So?" Marilyn asks sitting across from Odin in the diner. He hasn't said anything for a few minutes. He is just staring into his coffee cup likes he does sometimes when there is something pressing on his mind.
His blue eyes glance up from the coffee, as if he didn't realize she had been sitting there for more than a half hour, and until five minutes ago they had been having a good conversation. "So?"
"So, what are you going to do?" She gives him a soft concerned smile.
"About what?" He pretends to not know what she is talking about.
"About the check your father gave you." She tilts her head, giving him a quizzical look. She takes a sip of her iced tea.
He frowns back down at his coffee. He takes a bite of the scrambled eggs on his plate. One of the reasons he liked this place is that they served breakfast food at all hours. He is not sure what he is supposed to say to her. He has been getting this sense of ennui ever since he saw his brother and father leave. He probably would have gone back to the apartment to try to clear his head, but Marilyn had shown up.
"Are you okay, Ph…Odin?" Marilyn tilts her head, so that she catches his eyes.
He looks up at her. "Do you think it was rude to yell at my brother?"
She gets up, and then walks to his side of the booth, sliding in besides him. She puts her arm around his shoulders.
He turns to her, and gives her a sad smile. "I hate how you can see through the con man act." His words are soft. He feels bad, since for about a month he has been in a really sour mood. She has been the only one to realize it though, which in a way helps. He hates being in a bad mood, especially since it has been one of the bittersweet ones that he gets in from time to time, where it is hard to not think clearly, since his mind is in a fog. He had figured out from one of his books, that it might be depression. But other than this feeling, he had almost everything he had wanted, especially after today the freedom from the restraining life that he always wanted. Now, he was free to cut his ties completely, and to totally forge a whole new different kind of life.
"You love me for it, too." She runs her fingers through his hair.
"I do." They share a kiss.
"We should start a cult." She says, stealing a bit of his eggs. She had finished her tuna sandwich a few minutes ago.
"What?" He looks at her confused, wondering when she learned to read his mind.
"You heard me, silly." She giggles, the sort of fake blonde laugh that he thought at one time was the only thing she knew how to do well. She picks up the last piece of his bacon, and splits it in half, eating half, and handing the other half to Odin.
He gives her a smile. "That is an intriguing idea, especially for two people who put on an act for most of the world." He takes a long draw from his coffee. He takes the other piece of bacon.
She kisses his forehead. "Exactly, and I am sure we can def. start a better cult than some of those people you read about, especially since you took the money."
"Love you." He says, kissing her cheek, and then popping the piece of bacon in his mouth. He gives her a broad smile.