After a couple of days. Simmons. Simmons kept the secret safe.
“Glorieta, have I got news for you.” His feet were the foot of the bed, and he was flipping through channels, then muted the t.v.
“Am I getting dimmer news?”
“Ha, no. You deserve nothing right now. It is though. years ago. Remember?”
“Ah, yes. am I right?”
“Ye. But didn’t ‘see’ what I’m getting at.”
Glorieta laughed into her hands, quite shocked, then gasped.
“Oh no Simmons. does that mean?”
Simmons sighed heavily, then cleaned his reading glasses with the cleaning parchment. “I don’t know. What I do know is that we had weather, we went shortly after, and it was so quiet, you could hear. And we were.”
“How you think?”
They both breathed deeply and looked worried. They couldn’t even look at each other.
“No. That wasn’t quite it. It was or what have you.”
“Oh, that’s right.” Glorieta recalled. “Well, I’m changing if you’re not tonight.”
“I’m not.” Simmons replied. Happily.
“Okay.”
It was the night And it’s haunted her too, her entire life.
She finally changed, after pulling herself together.
“Simmons you know. I wouldn’t be surprised. You better than I do, and I don’t mean to be or sound. It’s just that people are patterns.Unsolvable, relatable equations. It’s all written somewhere anyway, do you know what I’m getting at?”
Simmons thought for a second. “No. It’s not that simple or complex. Look! doesn’t get that from me, I’m ready!”
“Not tonight you aren’t.” Glorieta interjected.
“Well! You deserve nothing!”
“Ah! You scoundrel! You!”Get to you. And don’t you say another word.”
Simmons turned out the lights, then turned away from her and fell asleep. Sadly, truer words were never spoken.
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