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Lest I Forget (10)
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I didn’t tell her I was coming home earlier than we’d planned, hoping to surprise her. I got to LA in one piece, although all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. I’d tried on the plane, but like most everybody I wasn’t able to get any kind of decent sleep in an environment like that. Not that I didn’t try…but the little kid behind me who enjoyed kicking the back of my seat prevented any real rest. I found myself wishing I was still a pro athlete who qualified for first-class seating on any flight, regardless of how last-minute the booking was.
Still, my exhaustion didn’t matter when the cab finally dropped me off at the apartment building. In fact, I wasn’t even tired anymore as I let myself into the building and walked up the steps quickly. I could hear faint 80’s music coming from inside, and it made me smile. When Alice played 80’s music she was usually doing one of two things: cleaning in an extremely adorable manner or writing an article while chair-dancing (also in an extremely adorable manner).
I was a little disappointed to realize that it was the former. I let myself in and threw my bags on the bed, and followed the music. She was in the kitchen with a mop and bucket, but she wasn’t actually doing anything when I walked in. Instead, she was standing there with her hands on her hips staring at the floor, looking pretty frustrated.
“Al?” I asked softly, and she jumped about a foot in the air before she turned around and looked at me a little guiltily. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” I said, walking over so I could hug her. The floor was about half-wet, and she was just sorta standing there looking at the rest of it.
“I just didn’t expect you home,” she said into my neck as she hugged me back. “Is everything okay?” she asked, moving back to study my face in concern.
“Yeah,” I said a second before I kissed her. She smiled into it and backed me against the stove before she stopped and rested her head on my shoulder. “I was just really tired, that’s all. And I really missed you and didn’t want to be out there without you anymore,” I murmured into her hair.
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So not filler, MT… I love the day-to-day stuff and the amazing connection and interaction between Alice and Dana. I don’t know of another writer that captures that as well as you do in both their thoughts and conversations. I love that Alice is still able to communicate — limited though it is. So sad, but, so true that Dana would prefer Alice bedridden and being able to talk. I gotta say: I’ve packed myself and had other folks do it and I prefer other folks doing it. I never thought I would, but, if you get good folks, it really is the way to go. I had one move where the mover actually fixed furniture that was broken before he put it in the truck. Look at me with my filler comments! ;-D I hope you are doing OK. I would so go to bed at 7 if I could swing it. Stupid work. In any case… Thanks for another incredible update to an amazing story, MT!!
heh I’ve stayed in my apartment for 12 yrs just cause I don’t want to pack, books and dvd’s alone would be a nightmare :)…Al’s comment about Shane building the bed took me right to when the three of them did the Love Boat commentary which was too effin funny…really great chap!!
beautiful!!!! great work. p.s hope everything is okay in life u really are a great writer :)
I haven’t commented in ages. Still love this story. It’s so poignant. Looking forward to reading more about the life story of Dana and Alice.
Loved it! No filler, don’t worry, this was great as always. Hope you feel better soon.
I love them! You’re writing is impeccable as always!Hope all is well with you! Sometimes you need to take time-out for yourself! I usually do it with wine, but that’s here nor there!!