“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “Only you know that.”
“You’re right.” Tristan got up, knelt down to kiss her dad’s cheek and went upstairs to shower. She came back down the stairs a half hour later in jeans and a sweater unzipped to show off her pushed up boobs. Josephine was home now, crocheting booties for a friend’s baby.
“Goin out?” her dad asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah. Don’t wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow after work.” With her overnight bag hanging off her arm, skimpy lingerie stuffed inside, Tristan went to the refrigerator for water, grabbed her car keys off the counter and left for the night.
14… Rooftop Angeles
Dominic walked around side of his apartment building and climbed the iron ladder that led up to the roof top. He liked it up there where it was quiet and tranquil, no one around to interrupt his thoughts. He hadn’t been up there in weeks but tonight he needed to be for some moments of serenity, to try to piece together the puzzle. He always tripped out on how black the sky was and how many stars he could see. Back home the stars were hardly visible ever, except for some clear winter and summer nights.
He looked down from the sky that was beginning to cloud and stopped in his tracks when he saw Hope sitting on the edge of the building, her legs hanging on either side of the wall. She was wearing one of her long dresses but had it hiked halfway up her thighs, the sheer apricot materiel tucked between her legs. That haze surrounding her made her appear like a haloed angel.
“What’re you doing up here?” he asked, feeling like this was probably a dream.
Startled by his voice she turned her head which had been facing the other direction. She was just as surprised to see Dominic up there. He smiled really making her inner rain begin to come down. Her head was bubbled by a cloud of smoke.
“I didn’t know you smoke,” he said, walking up toward her.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Then what’s that?”
“It clears my head.” She leaned her head against the wall and put the joint to her lips. She was collected on the outside but heaven only knew how she felt on the inside…
Dominic’s heart started beating faster, intensified by her presence. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, placing them on the ledge. He was on a high too.
“Here I was thinking I was the only one who knew about this place.”
“Mm hmm,” she said, nodding and taking in a lungful of smoke. She held out her hand.
“Nah, I don’t. I mean there’s nothing wrong with it I just don’t do it myself.”
Hope shrugged and turned her head to the side, staring out at the sparking strip of lights in the not too far distance, all surrounded by a sea of pitch blackness.
“It’s been a long night.”
Hope nodded. “For you and me both.” All she wanted was to forget about tonight.
“How long have you been up here?” he asked, trying not to stare at her legs but thieving a glimpse here and there.
“Like twenty minutes.”
Dominic smiled.
His smiled tickled her insides. She just couldn’t take it. It felt so good it felt bad.
“I better go,” she said finishing what was left of the joint. She mashed out the roach. The end of the joint always tasted bitterly nasty. She swung her leg over the wall and hopped down, letting the material drape her legs down just passed her calves.
“Nice talking to you,” he said over his shoulder.
She twirled around, sandals in hand and caught him looking over his shoulder.
“You drink?”
Hope rolled her eyes up to the sky.
“You’re right.” Tristan got up, knelt down to kiss her dad’s cheek and went upstairs to shower. She came back down the stairs a half hour later in jeans and a sweater unzipped to show off her pushed up boobs. Josephine was home now, crocheting booties for a friend’s baby.
“Goin out?” her dad asked over his shoulder.
“Yeah. Don’t wait up, I’ll be back tomorrow after work.” With her overnight bag hanging off her arm, skimpy lingerie stuffed inside, Tristan went to the refrigerator for water, grabbed her car keys off the counter and left for the night.
14… Rooftop Angeles
Dominic walked around side of his apartment building and climbed the iron ladder that led up to the roof top. He liked it up there where it was quiet and tranquil, no one around to interrupt his thoughts. He hadn’t been up there in weeks but tonight he needed to be for some moments of serenity, to try to piece together the puzzle. He always tripped out on how black the sky was and how many stars he could see. Back home the stars were hardly visible ever, except for some clear winter and summer nights.
He looked down from the sky that was beginning to cloud and stopped in his tracks when he saw Hope sitting on the edge of the building, her legs hanging on either side of the wall. She was wearing one of her long dresses but had it hiked halfway up her thighs, the sheer apricot materiel tucked between her legs. That haze surrounding her made her appear like a haloed angel.
“What’re you doing up here?” he asked, feeling like this was probably a dream.
Startled by his voice she turned her head which had been facing the other direction. She was just as surprised to see Dominic up there. He smiled really making her inner rain begin to come down. Her head was bubbled by a cloud of smoke.
“I didn’t know you smoke,” he said, walking up toward her.
“I don’t smoke.”
“Then what’s that?”
“It clears my head.” She leaned her head against the wall and put the joint to her lips. She was collected on the outside but heaven only knew how she felt on the inside…
Dominic’s heart started beating faster, intensified by her presence. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, placing them on the ledge. He was on a high too.
“Here I was thinking I was the only one who knew about this place.”
“Mm hmm,” she said, nodding and taking in a lungful of smoke. She held out her hand.
“Nah, I don’t. I mean there’s nothing wrong with it I just don’t do it myself.”
Hope shrugged and turned her head to the side, staring out at the sparking strip of lights in the not too far distance, all surrounded by a sea of pitch blackness.
“It’s been a long night.”
Hope nodded. “For you and me both.” All she wanted was to forget about tonight.
“How long have you been up here?” he asked, trying not to stare at her legs but thieving a glimpse here and there.
“Like twenty minutes.”
Dominic smiled.
His smiled tickled her insides. She just couldn’t take it. It felt so good it felt bad.
“I better go,” she said finishing what was left of the joint. She mashed out the roach. The end of the joint always tasted bitterly nasty. She swung her leg over the wall and hopped down, letting the material drape her legs down just passed her calves.
“Nice talking to you,” he said over his shoulder.
She twirled around, sandals in hand and caught him looking over his shoulder.
“You drink?”
Hope rolled her eyes up to the sky.
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