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I don’t see anyone else making strange expressions.
Hitting the garage opener, I motor in and park my bike just as my phone pings.
Accident on the Vegas strip.
Hmm. Glad I missed that, I was just there.
Peeling my helmet off, I toss it on the table by the door and work my way through the house until I hit the back veranda.
Sheila stands there, gorgeous against the hot afternoon sun.
The pink shade has deepened, so at least I know she’s eating.
“Hello, beautiful.” I saunter closer, but she startles and moves away.
“Oh, being shy today? Fine, I’ll stare from over here.” Digging into my stash, I pull out a root beer flavored sucker and peel the wrapper.
Cherry is my second favorite. It reminds me of Lara’s lips when she purses them at me.
Well, she usually does that right before she snaps at me for something. But I like them anyway.
“I’m going to fill up your pool. Are you going to be a good girl and stay here? No more escaping. I’ll have to chase you down again.” Unwinding the hose, the water scorches me when it comes out.
It’s so hot here, all of the time. Do I like it more than Russia?
Yes. Less clothes, more motorcycle time.
There are many months of ice and slick roads in Russia. Not so much here.
And, my Sheila is here.
“There. I need to make sure Lara is okay now. Do you need more shrimpies?” The small feeding aquarium is set up in the shade, and is full of the tiny creatures.
I pull out a hefty scoop and dump it into her pool.
“Pretty bird, I have to leave. I’ll be late, don’t stay up.” I give her a wave like the one I gave to the woman in the car before going inside.
It makes my stomach hurt to go too long without seeing Lara. Like when someone eats the last piece of pizza.
I wish I could have more.
Just because we were thrown together as kids, doesn’t mean I’d have to enjoy my time with her like I do.
She’s my person. Easy to be around. She doesn’t judge me.
I can be myself.
The others, they expect me to act like them. That’s hard.
When I have a thought, I want to say it.
I shouldn’t have to hold it back, but they expect me to. Or look at me strangely when I tell them something that is so obvious to me.
I’m not weird, they are. But I have to hide what’s in me.
Not with Lara.
She opens the door before I can knock, then simply lets it hang as she continues into the kitchen.
