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    Would She? Part 13

    “Nine. Oh, to be nine again,” John sang, and tipped the glass to his mouth again.

    “You said you don’t remember being nine,” Henry said, and then gave him a sideways glance.

    John laughed.

    “Did you bring your toys? The soldiers?”

    Henry twisted on his hands. “Nah.”

    “Well, don’t you want to play?”

    “I dunno.”

    John tipped the bottle again.

    “Who’s that singing?” Henry ventured.

    “Oh, that,” John’s eyes rolled around in his head, and then a wide smile consumed his face.

    “That there is Nina Simone.”

    “Oh,” Henry had thought it was a man.

    They remained quiet through two songs, John’s eyes opening and closing. His head swaying back and forth in time to the music.

    “Hey, those are some fine shorts you got there. Who’s that on them?” John asked, pointing to the cartoon figure that scaled his way across Henry’s shorts.

    Henry looked down. “Spider-Man.”

    “Oh, Spider-Man. He, uhm, is he on the inside, too?” John’s voice dropped a bit.

    “What?” Henry didn’t understand.

    John had to make two attempts to pull himself up from the chair, and then he walked a crooked line over to Henry.

    “Well, you know Spider-Man seems to be everywhere. Is he inside the shorts, too, or just on the outside?”

    Henry pulled on his bottom lip. He wasn’t sure about that.

    “Well?” John said, and slowly lowered himself down to one wobbly knee.

    “I don’t know,” Henry said, and pulled at the waistband of his shorts to see.

    “Yeah, yeah,” John said, and leaned forward on his hands.

    “Let me see, Snappy,” he said, and licked his lips.

    Henry looked into the old ragged face of John. His eyes were bulging and red, and his face was covered in a thin film of moisture even through the basement was the coolest place in the house, Grammy had said so herself.

    “Well,” Henry started, but John was already slipping his index fingers inside Henry’s waistband, pulling the fabric away from Henry’s stomach and peering down inside.

    “Uh-huh. I can’t tell, can you?”

    Henry looked down and then back up into John’s eyes.

    “No,” he mumbled.

    “Yeah, well maybe you should pull them down so that we could both see.”

    There was something definitely wrong here, but Henry remembered that he didn’t know what exactly. Henry’s hand gripped tightly on the knob of the drawer as he began to sweat remembering that day.

    Comments

    1. Geez, that was so heavy and hard to read, but I think it was necessary insight into Tina’s life (via Henry’s). At this point, I’m kind of just hoping Bette lets her in.

    2. Now it all makes sense. I kept thinking the comment about penguins set Henry off, but that wasn’t it. It was the panther comment. Damn girl this is rough. This story is far from sucking, but definitely rough. Looking forward to the next chapter.

    3. They need to talk even after all these years. Maybe they can get some clouser on the past. After all Bette has been writing Angie all these yrs and Marcus is in the picture .for Tina. thanks

    4. you know i love your work… and this story is right there on top… please please don’t make us wait to long for them to finally talk… and i have a feeling angelica walked in on henry killing him self… tough stuff…

    5. Wow…so deep! Of course, baby, one cliffhanger wasn’t enough for you! What a web you are weaving in this story, and we are all ensnared! Please don’t let any distractions–or the flu–get in the way of a quick follow-up to this story. Get well soon!

    6. This was a tough chapter to get through. You brought Tina and Bette together. There’s hope for the future if it’s not overwhelmed by the past.

    7. It was a long time coming, and truly worth the wait! Its chapters like this which causes one to literally feel Henry’s pain. Baby, this was excellent. Although Henry is a grown man, I sat here feeling like I was reading the actual FEAR a 9 yr old would have had. Henry didn’t seem to have a storyline; yet the one you gave him raises the question of how he was able to handle this all of his life? YOU know I am not a Henry fan, but this chapter was so deep that I didn’t care if Bette and Tina never saw each other in the hallway. But, now that they have, let’s talk about it. 25 years go by and Tina has the nerve to stand there and ask herself, “What the fuck just happened. Why couldn’t she say anything?” For clarity sake, was Tina asking this of herself or wondering it of Bette? You know I have more questions; ones you’re NOT going to answer so HURRY UP & POST AGAIN!!

    8. wow Mich baby this is beyond words. I really don’t like Henry butt he things he went through you don’t wish upon your worst enemy. Your stories are so wonderful and I realy keep enjoying them. PPS thanks

    9. Damn this story is like watching a train wreck – or season 3 – are you IC in hidding? giving us little bits of hope. Making us feel something for the unliked character (IC Jenny – you – Henry).Please give us some B&T happiness…

    10. Wow…I held my breath this whole chapter…the writing was so awesome. No one should have to go thru what Henry went thru. I am anxious to see what kind of conversation Bette & Tina will have. I can understand Bette’s pain still being fresh…she lost her daughter for 25 years (I know she connected with a pen pal but she didn’t know who she was). Please post soon …like today.

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