"You really seem to know what you are doing in the kitchen." it was stupid to say, I mean what did I know from good or not. I hadn't even tasted anything. But it smelled great.
"Degree at the CIA. Also had a catering company with my partner before he passed." wow that was a whole hell of a lot of info out of the blue. I know I can't touch on any of it also. I have no right especially since I owe him some answers.
I give it a minute so the meds kick in, and listen to the sound of the chopping and sizzling. I twirl the glass watching the last bits of water bounce and swirl. How many times dod I do this with a darker amber in the pattern? A million miles ago. The pattern slows almost to a stop and I turn it the other way, funny it reflects the world I lived in and the one I live in now. Nothing can be a straight path.
"Have you ever lost your way?" I stop the swirl and let it die. "Have you ever not had a clue what to do next?"
"Don't be afraid, it's just the aftermath." I know the line, I know the song. The irony gets to me but though I should laugh at what he says something has told me we have a way to get our thoughts across.
"I didn't because I was confused too." I didn't even recognize my own voice, it seemed to becoming from the walls. I could hear the truth in it. A truth I don't think I even had told myself.
