Gayl sat at the table in her bedroom in her favorite pair of black jogging pants and matching teeand slippers, watching the sun move across the stained-wood floors. She loved how the hot sun outside her window could bring the smell of lysol out from the creaves of the floor. Her house was clean all the weeks of preparing had shown in every inch of her place. She thought of her children aspecially her daughters who complained about the three-piece table and chairs in her bedroom, how most of her aid-workers thought what a strange place to put the table and chair set and how perfectly sane it was for her to do it. Her bedroom was her space, and this table and chair was for her and her best friend, an intimate place to carry their days, weeks and months; to discuss secrets that they share. Her bedroom was her santuary all her life and she wasn't changing that to please anyone.
The kitchen was for city talk, it was community property. Just like the beauty and barber shops back in the day, Gayl she wouldn't know what they do their in these days, she doesn't visit out too much anymore, she even have a girl come in and do her hands and feet. But the kitchen had always been community property, she remembers as a girl getting her hair did under cirgerette smoke and city talk. It was in the kitchen she learned her place amounst the city folks and her they were and what kind of mask they were wearing. On on those summer nights sitting near the back porch waiting my turn sister and i could hear poppa and the men folk out in the yard talking they talk. The livingroom was for family talk it was serious, straight talk and the diningroom well that room was just ridiculous.
Days like today, gud days, they seem to hold her memory to her, she didn't always trust it, her memory that is so she kept notebooks around her handy. Day like this made it easy to remember Mozella her best, childhood friend and that was until she met Ed, they remain friends throught their life and never had one fight. Before Ed it was always mo and Gayl or Gayl and Mo, how she remembers them in her bedroom under a comforter talking and sharing secrets and their safe place.
Gayl remembering was broken by Ed walking into the room dressed just as easy and how his still firm paperbag brown self looked in his easy creme jogging suit and slippers. He handed her two pills for her to take and then handed her a glass of water. Caught you daydreaming of Mo and your girlhood? no really expecting an answer. I can always tell when you are youth be spilling all out of yo eyes young lady. He sat down taking his two pills and sipping hid water. Do you think she will be where we going momma? Oh, Ed I hope so, it would be so nice to sit back hold her hands and talk, talk. What about poppa, who you want to see most? Ed leaned back some letting the start to pass him up some, we got our own plan you know, as long as we are together in this and out there that's all that matters. But poppa, Gayl started out to say more. Nawl now momma don't want to think not no other way. Is this the right way poppa?
You not here like I am here, and when you go where i can not follow I am here alone and sad, when your eyes are blank, my heart be broken, been alone most of my life now momma, I know that now, you remind me when you gone, now I don't want to be alone no more.
Gayl rested her hand on Ed's thigh underneath the table and in that one motion the mood of the room swirled, it sparked a smile in the corner of Ed's mouth that Gayl herself couldn't ignore. That smile tickled her pink and when he looked at her and said momma you still got it, well it just sent her right off to them sitting on the porch, to them sitting at the kitchen table, to the couch in the livingroom, skipping the diningroom and it's silliness, to the stillness in the bedroom and that kind of courting just don't happen to much anymore, but the thought almost had her pink flushed and spilled all over her lap.They smiled at each other over the last of the pills and drinking water.
Which one of us is going to be the monster? Who will get the most blame? This is why we doing it this way momma and look what i found, something better than that there water. He took the familiar looking bottle out of his pocket and when he popped the top, well it was no mistaking the clear bottle with no lable on it. Poppa, gayl said with such strength in her voice it surprised both of them. pouring a shot for both of them he looked at her half stating hald questiong, we doing the right thing momma?!?
Picking up her last two pills placing them in her mouth she closed her eyes and drank the entire shot. Still eyes closed and face twisted she rubbed her stack of nearby notebooks of different colors with different names on them, then she opened her eyes. Ed picked up his last two pills and swallowed hard keeping his eyes on her. How do i look poppa? Just as beautiful as i feel momma.
Ed stood up and took Gayl bu the hand, everything turned off poppa, yes everything is in order and they laid down, facing and wrapped into each other her face at his chest. She was safe in her safe place with her best friend, wrapped all up into each other. As the slow motion of his chest stilled she watch the sun leave her room, crawl from off her floor, cross the walls and straight out her window.