casually turning pages she readquoted
him brief sentences
Arya workin me
Working you.
What do you mean?
It feels like youre trying to sell me on
this book
it was called P.S. I Love You More
Than Tuna
they were at a freestanding
cubby of books one of many Free Libraries
in her neighbourhood
I’m not.
he spied her with one eye Feeels like you are
Maybe it feeels you agree with it, like
it, and maybee you ought to take it.
closed it handed it to him
its spine was warm where it
rested in her hand
it was a brisk windy morning
Maybe I will
he did
later that morning they were going into the city and getting
inshe was driving she muttered Damn.
Whastha
Forgot to logout of a program on the computer.
I’ll be right back.
when out earlier they passed the
car and rather than carry P.S. around as they walked her dog he placed it in
the car
its a childrens book
he read it so he wasnt waiting
that was his default
whenever he walked anywhere and he walked every day he slung a canvas
bag over his shoulder within was a book
in addition to the one he held as he walked and read a trick since a kid to be able to escape literature
his parents demanded he read at home and read science fiction hardboiled
fiction black literature Baldwin
he didnt wait on a damn thing
she was right
she knew leftie died
by the time she returned to the car he
had finished it
was
wiping tears out of his eyes
Aw Papa,
gotcha?
It did it did kiddo
I’m sorry.
No nothing not a damn thing you shoud be
sorry about
Thank you for
persisting
she
leaned across the seat kissed him
sitting back starting the car
I thought it was a good fit.
afternoon, Monday,
19 5. 25
1029, Saturday,
24 5. 25
Hearing Voices https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyhEin2Olvo
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