Brave Like David
“I want to be brave like David someday.”
Now is not the time to tell her about the hellish techno-horror we are about to plunge into and how she’ll have to battle against the AI murder drones and help save the world from an evil AI overlord.
Tonight, I just hope the scary Amalekites doesn’t give her or her little sister nightmares.
“You will be brave, Lennon.”
I kiss her on the forehead and turn out the lights.
You will have to be.
Are These For You
I pretend not to be an expert on nylon yarn grades, extrusion, dye processes, and boarding. I pretend that I haven’t read the fashion retailers’ forecast for sheer hosiery products for the coming season.
I am a sommelier of silky things.
Pink Suitcase
“What’s waiting for you in Tucson?”
Julie proceeds to explain her life: “I teach tennis, it’s my passion. My husband is in finance, he’s always gone, but I keep busy running my two daughters around to ballet and track practice.”
Her name isn’t Julie, to her, but it is to me. All women who live like this are named Julie.
“What about you?”
“I work in grey market pharmaceuticals”
“I’m a special adviser to the Swiss Consulate in Chicago”
“I’m an adult film actor”
“I teach 3rd grade”
I ponder the possibilities.
Gift of Tongues
Where the fuck did you put MY METFORMIN YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH MY MEDICINE AND CIGARETTES!!!” is what she means.