*tonight could be a blessing
in disguise*, she thought and closed
the door behind her.

as lacy piled her belongings into
the back of her nissan versa, she
slid her favorite jill scott cd into
the player, and settled into the driver's
seat for the next forty-five minutes. tessa
was up pacing the floor waiting for the call.
"hey. i'm on the way, i've got some things
for tonight, tomorrow, and the next few
days, but i'll call the movers and have
the rest of my items shipped to your spot
before the week is out. i'm sorry shit
went down like this, tessa. i really am."
tessa stood in front of her bedroom window,
blinking her eyes hurriedly, waiting for
the chance to ease all that ached lacy.
"sorry for what, love? from the way we've
been sneaking around lately, something like
this was bound to happen. and, i gotta tell you,
i'm glad it did."

the two of them exchanged "i love you's" and
hung up the phone. lacy eased back into
the driver's seat, turned up the player, and
welcomed the timing it would take to get
to tessa's. just as "Not Like Crazy" ended,
lacy pulled into the 2-car garage,
panting heavily. she said a silent prayer,
gathered her overnight bag, and called tessa to
help her with her things. "hey, i'm outside,
do you mind coming down to get some of these
bags?" tessa ran down the stairs, phone still glued
to her head, "i'm already on the way."
she opened the door and the two of them
locked eyes like the earth's rotation on its
axis depended on it. "how was the drive?"
lacy smiled at tessa, appreciating her concern,
"long, but not as boring. why are you downstairs
in your underwear and a wifebeater?" tessa
said nothing, they looked at each other again
and simply laughed. the two of
them carried two bags in each hand, and raced
to the front door.
thunder roared, a storm was fast approaching.

tonight, they would lose themselves
in each other's curves. they would rise, fall,
heave, ho, and explode with a vengeance deeper
than the seas. tonight, they would
forget the day's events and make love
until the sun shined on them tomorrow.
tonight, they would fuck omar out
of the picture, and paint a brand new one.

©Tremaine L. Loadholt 04 July 2008


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