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Remembering Me – Part Two – Canyons
Bedroom – Bette
As Tina dozes on my shoulder, my thoughts drift back up the ceiling, lazily pausing on this thought and that, when a memory from my childhood settles in my mind. A piece of translucent honey-colored amber of my mother’s.
Before she’d died we’d hold it to the light and make up stories about the hapless beetle trapped inside. We’d imagine him, as he’d crawled along a tree trunk a thousand years ago, his armor tough and impervious to most things, until his amber moment happened.
Tina stirs next to me and my thoughts drift back to her warm breath on my shoulder. With one leg thrown across me, her wet patch pressing against my skin sends signals deep into my brain – never wait this long again.
I sigh as my thoughts drift back up to the ceiling.
What would I do if a Gypsy woman appeared right here in my bedroom? If she took out her casting bones and pitched them on the floor between us, looked me in the eyes, with her coal black ones, and said I had only two choices left before I died.
Be entombed like the amber beetle preserving this blissful moment with Tina forever? Or live until the stroke of midnight, with this sweet moment forgotten, gambling something better might come along?
But could it? Possibly?
“How long until we need to get our daughter?” Tina breaks my reverie, with a back-to-earth matter.
Hoping she means let’s go again, I remind her, ”You see I’ve got quickies down.”
“You are kidding, right?”
“Mmmm,” I sigh, leaving her to wonder.
She kisses me up and down my belly. “Seriously Bette, do you need to call Shane and tell her the coast is clear?”
“But we’re not out of bed, yet.” I pull her to me and we enjoy a long, lazy kiss. “Please tell me, if you know, why haven’t we been together like this? I know the list of ’what-elses’ that’s been going on…but still?”
“The ’else’? It will not make sense to you,” she warns me.
“Okay, you think you know that, but go ahead. Try to fly something past me.”
“That’s the problem, Bette, it’s not an intellectual discussion, it’s an illogical one and we don’t have time.”