Maybe it's the cigarettes, I'm not sure. Just a little longer. She holds onto me like I mean something to her. I never figured out what it was. But then again I never figured out what she meant to me either.
Night sneaks in behind the clouds as the rain continues to fall.
Keri locks the front door while I put away the vegetables. When I return from the freezer, I find Keri standing with her eyes focused upward, staring at the rain clouds through the window, her hands closely clinched in front of her. I was genuinely concerned. Usually when I stand at a window staring up at rain clouds I'm thinking about things that go deeper than cars or dumpsters. I slowly pace across the dining room floor until I'm only inches behind her.