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April 5 - April 6, 2020
Thirty-one flavors of ice cream for brunch. Pie for linner. Cake for dunch.
Basically, I envisioned adulthood as one never-ending sugar high.
Or the all-cereal diet she had adopted, though I admired her dedication to marshmallowism.
Might someone be a Laurell K. Hamilton fans perhaps?
The diamond perched on her left hand’s ring finger might as well have been a grape. The glare nearly blinded me when she tucked her hair behind her ear. I had seen dimmer runway lights at airports.
Now, I’m not saying I was eavesdropping on her phone calls. I’m just saying her voice carries, especially when I press my ear against her bedroom door.
“You would tell me if you wanted out.” I huffed a frustrated sigh. “You’re barely in.”
“How do you know how to do all this?” I took another pull. “You’re like a kitchen ninja.”
“When we cut away that which hurts us most, that which remains compensates for the loss.”
The sound she made in the back of her throat could have meant anything from ain’t true love grand to it’s easier to miss what’s not in front of you.
she looked like a young professional at work. If you overlooked the Smurfs frolicking across her thighs.
I set Eileen on the table then petted the grimoire, its multiple eyelids fluttering in ecstasy.
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While I might not win any Mother of the Year awards for encouraging his shenanigans, I had a thriving, well-adjusted ghost boy, and that’s all that mattered to me.
The front door opened, and the hallway runner flapped like someone had taken one end and shook it. I think my house had just stuck out her tongue at me.
“Churros are my favorite food group. I couldn’t live without them.”
“Most everything is real if you know where to look.”
Goddess only knew how I would end up dressed if I left it up to him in that condition. Probably lingerie. With accessories that required batteries to operate.
with a stick so far up his butt he probably coughed up bark,
“If it seems like I’m making fun of you, it’s because I am.”
“Real is an abstract concept. Are we ever ourselves, our whole selves, except when we’re alone?”
“You can’t tell me you and Meiko don’t do the pillow-talk thing. I’ve seen your pillowcases. They’re covered in cat hair.”
“To hear Boaz tell it, you’re the ideal to which all other women should aspire. And yes, he used those words. Must be the wearing-pajamas-in-public thing. I can see how that would appeal.”
I poured enough sugar into my voice to sweeten a family reunion’s worth of iced tea.
Woolly was such a drama llama.
“Name-dropping is the new Kevlar.”
The cold fury banked in his ebony gaze as he stared at Boaz should have made me afraid for him. Instead it made me grateful to have Linus by my side. “You’re a fool, and you will regret breaking her heart for the rest of your long life.”
I kept looking down, thinking I ought to be bleeding to death, but the wounds he had inflicted were invisible, and I was only leaking through my eyes.
“He’s going to regret you for the rest of his life.”
“Today the sea churns with the salt of your tears.”
“I warned him he stood at a crossroads,” she said sadly. “Had he chosen well, he would have had his heart’s desire: freedom to live as his own man, power to enact change, love that transcends centuries. But he chose poorly, and he has lost that which matters most to him: himself.”
“That ache you feel is a true ending, bébé. He can no longer cast his net wide then drag home to you when his arms tire. He has tangled with a whale, and she will drag him out to sea.”
“All good partnerships ought to require both people to take turns being the damsel, like a team-building exercise.”
“I don’t want to go to the Lyceum.” “The only alternative is bringing Mother here.” “I’ll pull on some pants.” “I’ll pack the bacon.” I patted his arm. “Good man.”
“The part of me that believed in happily-ever-afters and true love triumphing against all odds is crushed to learn sometimes you fall in love with a prince who is actually a frog.”
Maybe I was a masochist. Maybe pain was how I coped.
“Hearts are stupid.” I fisted his shirt as my damp lashes kissed my cheeks and stayed there. “Life would have been easier if I had fallen for you.” As blessed darkness swirled away my consciousness, my breaths growing longer and slower, he brushed his cool lips against my temple and whispered, so soft I might have imagined it, “There’s still time.”
