Thirty degrees in the shade this afternoon and Caleb is standing in my parking spot in a suit, minus the jacket but with the vest and a white shirt with french cuffs he keeps shooting which makes my knees buckle just a little still, checking his watch as if I am late or something. I leave the car in the middle of the driveway. Fuck it.
Am I? Did we have plans?
Neamhchiontach.
Did I forget something?
Your future plans, your manners, our agreement, I can go on but suffice it to say, yes, you forgot something.
Can we do this tomorrow maybe?
What's the matter?
I'm hot.
Oh, please do another naked stroll past all three houses. Those stunts are mighty impressive.
I was covered.
Only by your tattoos.
Counts.
Doesn't.
Does.
Bridget.
WHAT!?
Am I? Did we have plans?
Neamhchiontach.
Did I forget something?
Your future plans, your manners, our agreement, I can go on but suffice it to say, yes, you forgot something.
Can we do this tomorrow maybe?
What's the matter?
I'm hot.
Oh, please do another naked stroll past all three houses. Those stunts are mighty impressive.
I was covered.
Only by your tattoos.
Counts.
Doesn't.
Does.
Bridget.
WHAT!?