What We Keep
“Overhead, the sky was thick with clouds that were black and roiling. We were waiting for the lightning to come and scare us a little; then we’d go inside. So far, there had only been the low rumble of thunder, a sound more like a complaint than a threat. We were sharing the last piece of torte; the nearly empty plate lay exactly between us.
“Do you think Mom likes Jasmine?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
I scooped some whipped cream onto my finger. “Does Dad?”
“Yeah!”
“How do you know?”
“How could yo...u not know?” Sharla picked up the plate, licked it. Well, that was that; the torte was gone for sure now. Sharla’s tongue was long and lizardlike; she could touch her nose with it.
“He liked her, all right; his eyeballs were practically bugging out of his head.”
“Nuh-uh,” I said. She was disgusting, Sharla.
“Uh-huh.”
“He did not hardly even talk to her.”
Sharla picked a handful of grass, smelled it, flung it out before her. It spread apart like low fireworks.MoreLess
“Do you think Mom likes Jasmine?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
I scooped some whipped cream onto my finger. “Does Dad?”
“Yeah!”
“How do you know?”
“How could yo...u not know?” Sharla picked up the plate, licked it. Well, that was that; the torte was gone for sure now. Sharla’s tongue was long and lizardlike; she could touch her nose with it.
“He liked her, all right; his eyeballs were practically bugging out of his head.”
“Nuh-uh,” I said. She was disgusting, Sharla.
“Uh-huh.”
“He did not hardly even talk to her.”
Sharla picked a handful of grass, smelled it, flung it out before her. It spread apart like low fireworks.MoreLess
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