Wednesday, May 02, 2007
New Beginning 272
She clutched her glass tightly, rattling the ice around the gin.
"So what's her name?"
"Does it matter?" His eyes stayed focused on his black leather shoes.
"Yes." The word hissed out of her mouth.
"Sarah," he said.
"Sarah," she repeated. "Saaaraaaah. She from the South?"
"I should have known." She shook her head. Her voice lowered into a bad drawl. "Wud you hahld mah magnolia bud whayul I whup the slaves?"
"She's not like that."
"Go on, then, tell me what she's like."
He glanced up and then refocused on his shoes. The laces were getting ragged, the toes scuffed.
"She's just, you know, a girl I met."
"What a glowing report. Just some girl." She degenerated back into the drawl. "Jus' sum gal. I jus met her an' we made fireworks on de spot. Whatta gal."
His head flew up, he glared at her.
"It wasn't like that." No response. He wilted in the silence and finally looked down again. "I gotta go."
"Yeah, gotta date? With Saaaaraaaah, jus' sum gal?"
"I gotta buy new shoes." He stared at his feet, front teeth mangling his bottom lip.
"New Shoooze? Fore y'all's date with jes sum gal Saaaraaah, yore jahjah peach?"
"Yeah," he mumbled. For the first time he noticed that the tongues of both his shoes were missing. When did that happen?
"New shoooze ain't gonna cut it with a gal lahk Saaaraaah," she told him. "New personality, maybe. New face."
"Listen, doc," he said, "for a hundred dollars a session, you could be more supportive."
"Yer right, kiddo. How's about we make it seventy-five?"
Opening: Sylvia.....Continuation: EE