The
absence of E.T., ache1 before she became ache1 being
drunk enough to have left him behind at the party from the street outside of
which she took the profferred ride, now riding shotgun, unbelted, with both
hands engaged in crumpling odd aluminium echoes from the beercan in their grip.
ache1
before she became ache1 (laughing): My sister and I used to do this
thing on the subways where we’d
placing
the can too carefully on the dashboard so she can hold her head.
ache1
before she became ache1: Ohhhh Jesus Lord
finding
that eyes-open works better to control the speed of the planet beyond the
windscreen.
ache1
before she became ache1: Hooo, what... We’d sit there and if the
train was busy, we’d sit there and
a
sudden braking, and she co-ordinates quickly, and to her surprise, the can’s
retrieval.
ache1
before she became ache1: We’d sit there and phony up on the yawns,
you know
turning
to the driver
ache1
before she became ache1: just faking up the yawns to see how many
people we could get going, get ‘em all yawning, or try to anyways
with
raspy laughter at the memories,
ache1
before she became ache1: you know the way that, ah, because it’s
HEY!
just
to get his attention, and smiling.
When
they stop at the next set of lights, ache1 before she became ache1
finds herself yawning for real, sleepy in the warmth of the car’s interior. deleted
name smiles at her reflection, does not yawn himself.
Afterwards
he will renege on his initial offer, drop her back at the party and not
at home, as he had promised.
