Letter Never Sent

[stefan_d]

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[stefan_d]

I stub my cig out in the makeshift ashtray on the end table-- I think it's the lid of a peanut butter jar-- and push myself up from the couch. I walk slowly into the kitchen where the only light comes through the window beside the table. It's plenty to see by. I watch Maddie huntin' through my drawers.

Uh, okay that sounded wrong. Ya know what I meant. The drawers in the kitchen.

I notice her hand and ask her, "What happened?" My voice is a little husky and I clear my throat.

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I move close enough to get a good look at it before she ices it. "You must throw a hell of a punch," I say. Damn, she's fiesty. I'm not surprised at all that she did that; go figure. I lean against the counter. "So how'd this come about?" I ask.

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I put my glass down on the counter after a long swallow of my own. "How could I forget?" I say dryly. I fight back a blush; God only knows what all she's seen me doin'. Well, ya know, when you don't know you're bein' watched...

"You're gonna make that worse," I add.

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I'm charmed into an answering smile. "Yeah, blue and purple," I say, pickin' up my glass again. I'm feelin' a little warm from the booze. Not that I've had that much of it yet. But I'm gonna say it's the booze. "Prob'ly feels like a block of ice now, huh?"

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I fill her glass again. "I was doin' some major, heavy-duty broodin'," I affirm. "The kind where you sometimes cut off part of your ear and mail it to someone, or write shitty melodramatic poetry." Or a letter.

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"Yeah, I miss her," I say. I take a swig of lime vodka. "Bad enough that I was spelled to not know her for weeks, but now she's completely gone. It's crazy." I quirk an eyebrow. "And no, I didn't cut anything off."

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I snicker. "Booze makes it all better. So see, I did have a good reason for gettin' you drunk."

I offer my hand in case she wants to get down from the counter.

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"I bet she'll stay well away from Willy's now, between not wantin' to run into me or Jordan and now you," I say. "So maybe you'll get to rest it some."

I move back into the living room, sittin' back down on the couch, feelin' much less broody now. That's a good thing, since there isn't really anything I can do about this whole deal.

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"There's a grocery not far from here," I say. "Walkin' distance, even. If you want, I can spot you some cash and Taf can... take me to dinner when she gets back. No big deal," I say.

I shoulda thought of that, that she'd run out of food.

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"I guess not," I say, amused. Wow, we've managed a whole conversation without arguin'. Will wonders never cease.

"Did you wanna go now before the hangover sets in?" I ask.