3.09a A White-Plied Cord Keeps Her from Living

Atropos and Clotho did tiptoe around
The desk where their Sister had long been sat down:
Buried in papers and multiple charts,
She scribbled down notes by fits and by starts.

Lachesis then stirred and chewed on her pen.
To tiptoeing Sisters, Lachesis said then,
"I've looked at my records and, sadly, it's true.
Jess won't make his strides 'til something we do."

And Clotho then nodded, once hearing the gist.
"So putting a hold on these two tops our list..."
Then came the reply. Said, "I'm afraid so.
We must break them up so then can Jess go."

Atropos then moaned and slumped in a chair.
"But, now they're together, that doesn't seem fair!"
Lachesis then soothed and patted her shoulder.
"We've no other choice." She showed her the folder.

While eyed she the notes and sniffled back tears,
Her sisters' discussion did not reach her ears.
Lachesis asked Clotho what deeds they should do
And Clotho, a plan, then started to brew.

Then, later that week, she'd sown some white thread
To prep for the plan that now lay ahead.
As any immortal did certainly know,
White thread was as pure as the new fallen snow.

So, as was ordained by immortal powers,
The girl stopped, alone, to gather some flowers
And, as she was wrapped in arms from behind,
The setting of scene she started to mind.

Her boyfriend, now Jess, had snuggled them cozy.
But stood they in front of the windows of Doose's!
And, ere she could feel a pinprick of bliss,
She had to abort the start of his kiss.

The chasteness of fibres within her white thread,
Precluded their kiss. She backed off instead.
With glance at the storefront, considerate thoughts
Did multiply steady, from little to lots.

She turned him around and pulled on his wrist
And led him away, ere she again kissed
His pouty new pucker of now-frowning lips.
Had Jess, with this action, to come then to grips.

The kiss that she gave him was silky and sweet
And loved she the way his lips did, hers, meet
And noticed she not that his ardour fell flat
Until came his question, "What was with that?"

Surprise did arrest her and show in her eyes.
(But truthful surprise was really just lies.
She knew what he'd meant: he saw what she did.
Replies to him, though, that sad knowledge hid.)

He pointed again to their striking migration.
"But what's with the need for the change of location?"
Insistence, on her part, for prior displacement,
Just led to suspicion and kiss's debasement.

And, caught as she was, she couldn't deflect.
So bending of truth she had to reject.
Said Rory such kissing did happen too soon.
He said "What's the rule, 'No kissing ere noon?'"

She said with conviction, while gestures she bore
To point out their nearness to one certain store,
"The kisses themselves aren't a problem per se...
But the kissing in public... while out on display..."

And just as the Fates had properly planned,
The flames of dysfunction, by wording, were fanned.
With jealousy's kin, he kind of grew green.
He wondered why everything came back to Dean.

Discussions did end. Her fears were allayed.
Yet his fears had grown; his feelings were frayed.
He soon took his leave yet, words, did him haunt.
She'd want nothing of it: their kisses to flaunt.

So, though such a lie could leave him quite nettled,
And deference to Dean would leave him unsettled,
And, that they should kiss, should no one find wrong,
Did Jess then decide to just go along.

But, deep in his thread, was woven a green
So, though he'd want not to, he'd still think of Dean.
And since, in his life, he'd often felt slighted,
With lack of esteem, his self had been blighted.

This girl was his girlfriend, his head thought it knew.
His heart felt, instead, it wasn't quite true.
With thanks watered down, as though with a thinner,
He'd have to endure their Thanksgiving dinner.

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