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‘no one’ wives who sit at home waiting on their husbands.”
Throat constricted, I shake my head. “You’re misunderstanding me. Cressida isn’t at home waiting on me. When I say she’s no one, it’s because she literally isn’t anyone anymore. She died. And when she did everything amazing that she brought to this world, to me, died with her.”
“Oh.” Softening, she reaches out and clasps my hand. “I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy our eggs. I’m afraid they might be cold now.”
“I can fix that,” she says, perking up. “Have a seat and leave it to me.”
Planting myself in the squeaky dinette chair, I watch as she gracefully makes her way to the refrigerator and pulls out two pieces of cheese. Walking back to the counter where our plates rest, she removes the wrappings on each slice, tears it into smaller pieces, and carefully drops each bit onto the yellow mounds of scrambled egg. Carrying the plates to the microwave she heats each one for precisely three minutes before joining me at the table with them.
“Here you go,” she says, proudly placing the most recently nuked plate before me. “Eat up.”
Studying the soggy looking mess before me, I tentatively lift my fork.
“They won’t bite you,” Sophie laughs lifting her own fork to her mouth.
Grinning, I nod and take a bite. The texture is off putting at best, rubbery and liquid all at the same time. The taste of egg hits my taste buds followed closely by the disgust of heavily processed cheese until my brain is so confused I can’t tell whether I’m enjoying the experience or hating it.
“Good right?” She questions.
“It’s interesting,” I reply.
“Stick with me, Prince Jesse, and we’ll make a decent fella outta you yet.”
“If only I could,” I answer, noting the time on the microwave. “I have to get back to the hotel and check out soon. They’re going to charge me the extra day regardless, but the bus leaves in about two hours.”
“Right, of course.” Shoulders slumped, she stands and carries her plate to the sink. “I’ll get you another cab”
“Sophie,” I call, reaching out and capturing her wrist as she passes.
“Yeah?” She questions, looking down at me.
Lost in the watery blue of her eyes, I exhale. “I would like to stay in touch if it’s okay with you.”
“Jesse, last night was great, but let’s not pretend it was anything more than it was. You had your one night with the girl from the bar in Memphis. Now, you’re free to move on to the next city.”
Struggling to find words to express the gaping hole in my chest her words have caused, I let her go. Defeated, I rinse my plate and add it to the now full dishwasher. Ears trained on the words she uses to explain our location to the cab company, I walk to her bedroom and collect the rest of my belongings from the floor.
Placing her phone on the nightstand, she smiles at me. “It was fun, Jesse. It really was. I’m going to grab a quick shower. If you’re not here when I’m out, have a great show.”
Nodding, I reply. “Thanks. Goodbye, Angel.”
“See ya later, Prince Jesse,” she smiles.
Falling In
Jesse
“Buck up, mate. You got what you came here for,” Tag says, clapping me on the back as we load our bags into the storage compartment on our bus.
“Did I?” I question, making the mistake of speaking my thoughts out loud.
“What do you mean? Of course you did. The waitress has been properly bagged and tagged. What more could you ask for?”
Thoughts turned to the silk of Sophie’s skin, the tickle of her hair as it brushed across my chest, I plop onto one of the hard fake leather seats in the dining area where we consume way too much fast food. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Besides, there’s only enough room on this bus for one broad, and I’ve already called dibs.”
“What are you talking about?”
He nods out the window where Lacey is approaching with a suitcase in
Throat constricted, I shake my head. “You’re misunderstanding me. Cressida isn’t at home waiting on me. When I say she’s no one, it’s because she literally isn’t anyone anymore. She died. And when she did everything amazing that she brought to this world, to me, died with her.”
“Oh.” Softening, she reaches out and clasps my hand. “I’m sorry.”
I shrug. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s just enjoy our eggs. I’m afraid they might be cold now.”
“I can fix that,” she says, perking up. “Have a seat and leave it to me.”
Planting myself in the squeaky dinette chair, I watch as she gracefully makes her way to the refrigerator and pulls out two pieces of cheese. Walking back to the counter where our plates rest, she removes the wrappings on each slice, tears it into smaller pieces, and carefully drops each bit onto the yellow mounds of scrambled egg. Carrying the plates to the microwave she heats each one for precisely three minutes before joining me at the table with them.
“Here you go,” she says, proudly placing the most recently nuked plate before me. “Eat up.”
Studying the soggy looking mess before me, I tentatively lift my fork.
“They won’t bite you,” Sophie laughs lifting her own fork to her mouth.
Grinning, I nod and take a bite. The texture is off putting at best, rubbery and liquid all at the same time. The taste of egg hits my taste buds followed closely by the disgust of heavily processed cheese until my brain is so confused I can’t tell whether I’m enjoying the experience or hating it.
“Good right?” She questions.
“It’s interesting,” I reply.
“Stick with me, Prince Jesse, and we’ll make a decent fella outta you yet.”
“If only I could,” I answer, noting the time on the microwave. “I have to get back to the hotel and check out soon. They’re going to charge me the extra day regardless, but the bus leaves in about two hours.”
“Right, of course.” Shoulders slumped, she stands and carries her plate to the sink. “I’ll get you another cab”
“Sophie,” I call, reaching out and capturing her wrist as she passes.
“Yeah?” She questions, looking down at me.
Lost in the watery blue of her eyes, I exhale. “I would like to stay in touch if it’s okay with you.”
“Jesse, last night was great, but let’s not pretend it was anything more than it was. You had your one night with the girl from the bar in Memphis. Now, you’re free to move on to the next city.”
Struggling to find words to express the gaping hole in my chest her words have caused, I let her go. Defeated, I rinse my plate and add it to the now full dishwasher. Ears trained on the words she uses to explain our location to the cab company, I walk to her bedroom and collect the rest of my belongings from the floor.
Placing her phone on the nightstand, she smiles at me. “It was fun, Jesse. It really was. I’m going to grab a quick shower. If you’re not here when I’m out, have a great show.”
Nodding, I reply. “Thanks. Goodbye, Angel.”
“See ya later, Prince Jesse,” she smiles.
Falling In
Jesse
“Buck up, mate. You got what you came here for,” Tag says, clapping me on the back as we load our bags into the storage compartment on our bus.
“Did I?” I question, making the mistake of speaking my thoughts out loud.
“What do you mean? Of course you did. The waitress has been properly bagged and tagged. What more could you ask for?”
Thoughts turned to the silk of Sophie’s skin, the tickle of her hair as it brushed across my chest, I plop onto one of the hard fake leather seats in the dining area where we consume way too much fast food. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Besides, there’s only enough room on this bus for one broad, and I’ve already called dibs.”
“What are you talking about?”
He nods out the window where Lacey is approaching with a suitcase in
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