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either, but I gather some more and take it to the pile, and he's just all out watching now.
So we work like that, like a hundred times before, and it feels familiar but not as right as it usually does. The sun is just sending the first smudge of gray into the inky darkness.
A deer bolts out of the nearby trees and tracks its way across a thin crust of snow that fell during the night. It disappears by the side of the house. I look at Marcus. "Wish I had my rifle," he says, then he swings that hammer overhead and brings it down again.
He wants to be ornery, but I can tell by his voice he's let go of most of it, that terrible anger he showed last night.
"You better get inside and warm up. Juney can do this later."
I nod. I just wanted to see…how it is between us. If he's going to talk to me still, I can live with it, I guess.
I start for the house, and he calls me. I turn. "I'm sorry for saying every…stupid thing…last night."
I nod again. "I'll make some breakfast," I tell him, and I go in.
I'm in the mudroom toeing off my boots when he bursts in the door. I say bursts, but he really just comes in. It's just…he fills a place. That's how it seems.
So my boots are off, and my socks are wet, and I unzip my jacket, and he's taking off his boots, and it's just…everything feels like something else. I have on yoga pants and a misbuttoned flannel shirt, and my hair is in a fuzzy braid. I move past him to go in the kitchen, and he takes hold of my arm. I look at him and those eyes, God help me. He slowly pulls me closer to him, and his arms are around me. The set of his mouth, oh, and he hugs me like that and my arms are around him too. Finally. I'm shocked, but I'm so happy to bury my face against his cold shirt and feel his heat coming from the white t-shirt beneath. A big lump comes up my throat, and I feel him kiss the top of my head and hear him whisper my name, "Bedilia," and no one has said it like that like he names my soul.
"What's this?" Artie asks, standing in the doorway to the kitchen in his pj's and robe. "Marcus?"
"Just…," Marcus clears his throat, but we are still holding one another. He slowly pulls his arms away, "Bedilia told me…something."
Artie is nodding, looking from him to me. "Bedilia…I told you I'm in tip-top shape."
"I know," I say softly, my body still tingling…my blood as crisp running through me as my steps in the snow.
"You talking about…you know…Chicago and that boss of yours?"
"Dad," I say…I rebuke him. "That was…" I nod my head, my eyes wide like he should get a clue.
"Well, now Marcus is family. You should get his take on it."
"I don't think so," I say quickly. I go straight in the kitchen and search through the bowls. My own dad.
But he's still talking to Marcus as that one comes in the kitchen too.
"I say it's sexual harassment plain and simple, I don't care if he covered it with marriage you don't fire a woman from her job for turning down a proposal. Not in 2016 you don't. What do you think, Marcus?"
"What happened?" Marcus says, cop face, hands gripping the pressed back on the oak kitchen chair.
"Nothing," I say through my teeth.
"I knew it. I told you something happened," Marcus presses, mad again.
"Nothing did."
"Were you…did someone touch…."
"Stop copping me! Nothing happened. Dad you big mouth. I said that to you…no one else."
"Said what?" Marcus says coming around the table to stand right in front of me. "Bedilia…," he takes a deep breath, "sweetheart…you need to tell me."
Sweetheart? "Calm down. I told you I was fired."
"For turning him down. Her boss!" Artie says like an old wash-woman at the fence.
"Dad!" I rebuke.
"If he's in any kind of supervisory position he has absolutely no business…what did he do? Exactly," Marcus says.
"It wasn't like that. Myron White is a good…man." Me
"Called it a conflict of interest. Said that's what it was," Dad says.
"You bet it was a conflict of interest," Marcus says.
"Oh my gosh you
So we work like that, like a hundred times before, and it feels familiar but not as right as it usually does. The sun is just sending the first smudge of gray into the inky darkness.
A deer bolts out of the nearby trees and tracks its way across a thin crust of snow that fell during the night. It disappears by the side of the house. I look at Marcus. "Wish I had my rifle," he says, then he swings that hammer overhead and brings it down again.
He wants to be ornery, but I can tell by his voice he's let go of most of it, that terrible anger he showed last night.
"You better get inside and warm up. Juney can do this later."
I nod. I just wanted to see…how it is between us. If he's going to talk to me still, I can live with it, I guess.
I start for the house, and he calls me. I turn. "I'm sorry for saying every…stupid thing…last night."
I nod again. "I'll make some breakfast," I tell him, and I go in.
I'm in the mudroom toeing off my boots when he bursts in the door. I say bursts, but he really just comes in. It's just…he fills a place. That's how it seems.
So my boots are off, and my socks are wet, and I unzip my jacket, and he's taking off his boots, and it's just…everything feels like something else. I have on yoga pants and a misbuttoned flannel shirt, and my hair is in a fuzzy braid. I move past him to go in the kitchen, and he takes hold of my arm. I look at him and those eyes, God help me. He slowly pulls me closer to him, and his arms are around me. The set of his mouth, oh, and he hugs me like that and my arms are around him too. Finally. I'm shocked, but I'm so happy to bury my face against his cold shirt and feel his heat coming from the white t-shirt beneath. A big lump comes up my throat, and I feel him kiss the top of my head and hear him whisper my name, "Bedilia," and no one has said it like that like he names my soul.
"What's this?" Artie asks, standing in the doorway to the kitchen in his pj's and robe. "Marcus?"
"Just…," Marcus clears his throat, but we are still holding one another. He slowly pulls his arms away, "Bedilia told me…something."
Artie is nodding, looking from him to me. "Bedilia…I told you I'm in tip-top shape."
"I know," I say softly, my body still tingling…my blood as crisp running through me as my steps in the snow.
"You talking about…you know…Chicago and that boss of yours?"
"Dad," I say…I rebuke him. "That was…" I nod my head, my eyes wide like he should get a clue.
"Well, now Marcus is family. You should get his take on it."
"I don't think so," I say quickly. I go straight in the kitchen and search through the bowls. My own dad.
But he's still talking to Marcus as that one comes in the kitchen too.
"I say it's sexual harassment plain and simple, I don't care if he covered it with marriage you don't fire a woman from her job for turning down a proposal. Not in 2016 you don't. What do you think, Marcus?"
"What happened?" Marcus says, cop face, hands gripping the pressed back on the oak kitchen chair.
"Nothing," I say through my teeth.
"I knew it. I told you something happened," Marcus presses, mad again.
"Nothing did."
"Were you…did someone touch…."
"Stop copping me! Nothing happened. Dad you big mouth. I said that to you…no one else."
"Said what?" Marcus says coming around the table to stand right in front of me. "Bedilia…," he takes a deep breath, "sweetheart…you need to tell me."
Sweetheart? "Calm down. I told you I was fired."
"For turning him down. Her boss!" Artie says like an old wash-woman at the fence.
"Dad!" I rebuke.
"If he's in any kind of supervisory position he has absolutely no business…what did he do? Exactly," Marcus says.
"It wasn't like that. Myron White is a good…man." Me
"Called it a conflict of interest. Said that's what it was," Dad says.
"You bet it was a conflict of interest," Marcus says.
"Oh my gosh you
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