You Take It From Here
“Sometimes it was nice to look fancy while being busy with your hands. The four of us sat in silence as we focused on ripping the boiled red crustaceans in half, pausing to suck their briny heads before shredding their crunchy legs to the table. A final pinch to the tail revealed sweet, white meat. The process was time-consuming and labor-intensive to the newcomer, but we were like an experienced knitting circle, heads down, fingers working, pausing only for the occasional sips of beer or an app...reciative grunt before taking a bite of spice-rubbed corn on the cob.No one was quieter than Henry, who had refused to meet my eyes since our bathtub encounter. His discomfort seemed worsened by what became the topic of conversation. Me. Tucker asked questions ranging in scope from something as broad as my neighborhood back in Los Angeles, to something as minute as my plans for Monday. Often before I could respond, Smidge would interrupt to answer for me, but direct it toward Henry.“Isn’t that interesting, Henry?MoreLess
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