to her. I folded in beside her.
âYou better not be alone with Katie.â She was playing at being jealous, but it was also true that Del and Katie Dunn were competitive over their looks, and they tended to be interested in a lot of the same guys.
Delâs head was resting on her open hand propped by her elbow, her copper hair spilling over, her eyes, the color of straw, cradling mine. I watched her silver earring dangle, another trap for light. She played distractedly with my necklaceâa gift from her neck to mine prompted by a compliment.
âI love you more than anything,â I said. I was stroking her hair. âI will always love you.â
âJenna, donâtâ¦We both knew this could happen.â Her tone was both pleading and angry.
âDel.â My voice was softer than usual, imploring her to look at me. âI promise you I wonât let go of you. I promise. No matter what happens, I will never let go of you.â
âYouâre the only thing I care about.â Her inflection was accusatory. âHow I feel about you is the only thing that matters to me, itâs the only thing keeping me here.â
She kissed me, her confidence returning. I heard her submit to what was taking hold between us, her now-familiar sounds launching my stomach in fits and starts.
I stopped, took hold of her face, and whispered, âIâve never been able to handle that.â
She was mildly annoyed by the interruption. âWhat?â
âYour sounds.â
She bent her face away. âYouâre embarrassing me, Jen.â
âWhy would you be embarrassed?â I kidded. âIâm the one it makes quick-cum like a boy.â
She laughed.
I touched her bruised skin.
She smiled and wrapped her hand around mine, holding it tightly against her face.
âIâm worried about you,â I said.
âDonât be.â She was staring at me intently, almost transfixed. Then, in a resigned tone, she said, âSome people make it and some people donât.â
I started to fight with her, but she looked so sad. I was afraid anything I said would make her sadder still. Without moving her gaze from mine, she played with the button on my jeans until it came undone and then pulled clumsily on my zipper.
I stopped her hand. âI donât think we should do this now.â
âPlease,â her lips pressed against mine, âI need to.â The âtoâ fell off at the end, nearly indiscernible.
I spread my legs for her and kissed her back.
*
A jolt in the plane left my stomach hanging a few rows behind me. The stewardess, approaching with my second drink, performed that trick of her trade of turning momentarily to rubber rather than clutch a passenger or even a seatback. My Bloody Mary lifted and fell slightly in her hand as though she was offering a silent toast, and then she delivered it to me with notice of ceremony, collecting my four dollars as part of the same efficient gesture.
I thought about a nine-year-old boy I had represented right out of law school. While visiting with him at his foster home, I watched in disbelief as he stepped to the edge of a tall slide, called out to me, and then took an elaborate swan dive, landing headfirst in hard sand. I leaped from the bench to the ground beside him, taking hold of his arm.
âAre you okay?â
Working to bring me into focus, he said of the sand, âI thought it was water.â
He was mildly embarrassed, but mostly confused, and even a little amused. Glad that he was not physically injured, I brushed the sand from his forehead and hair and helped him to his feet.
The professionals around me wondered why I was not more concerned about this âhallucinationââwhy I did not feel the need to rush this boy to the nearest psychiatric hospital and insist that he get some kind of medication. I couldnât explain it to them because I didnât understand my