10/14
It was 10/14 and I was about to take a little trip, there was something different about gravity that day, and the way the phone would ring.
Charge in the air, sending goose bumps to my hair, such a chill in the brisk autumn breeze. Beside the rapid loss of days light, my favorite time of year.
It was a perfect night. Why this one would turn out different than several other times our “Quaint” meeting was postponed by a stroke of destiny’s wand was oblivious to me.
Sister Mindy’s plans weren’t shall we say "Committal,” but the knock at the door did startle me a little. As I opened the portal and my sister pushed her way through my middle, the silhouette that accompanied hers rose and exposed her eyes to mine. Just as shy as ever, head turned down trying to hide that
“Emotional Glow” what do they call it now, oh “Blushing” I suppose?
It was so very good to see her again! Lets sit down and chat awhile, Mindy please do the introductions hers and mine. OK, get the motions over with so we can get on to business. Have a beer, relax, don’t mind if I smoke to hide my nervous wreck. Let me get you two - three, as many as you like, maybe you’ll decide to spend the night?
She thought I invented “Chain Smoking,” "Stuttering,” and the “Nervous Twitch.” I'm Thinking, Man this bitch can drink! Mindy through her two cents in, “You guys look cute together” that certainly made me think. I could see by that look what you were about to say was not to be in my favor, “Yea, but Mind, you know I don’t date smokers!” Oh man that butt was out in a flash, not an ash to be found, the pack hurled into the garbage, animated like a lovesick clown.
All this happening while I grabbed a few more beers, fresh chips and salsa ignoring rejections fears. This answers so many questions in my mind, who and what I really
am inside. What I was and will be hereon, my life changed because the past had come alive.
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