Conleyswifey's Interviews

Langly and Jessie

I can easily tell whose home I am in as I sit on the soft sofa beside a gentle fire and eye the stack of books sitting on the tiny table next to me. Lying beside the books was a large knife that looked sharp enough to split hairs.          

                If I were to guess I would say that the knife belongs to the woman of the house. As if thinking of her made her appear, Jessie came walking into the room, though her normally confident stride was hindered a bit by her large pregnant belly which caused her to waddle more so than strut.

                Quickly, I get to my feet and Jessie waved her hand. “Don’t bother standing on my account.” She scolds. “Cuz I plan on sitting down real quick.”

                “It shouldn’t be much longer before that baby comes, should it?” I asked Jessie and she sighed as she sits on the small sofa across from me and lays her hands over her growing belly.

                “Another two months or so.” She admits, blowing strands of wild golden hair from her face. “I told Langly that if he does this to me again, I’ll shoot him.”

                “Where is Langly?”

                “Hiding.” Jessie replied with a smile as I take my seat once again. “He’s afraid that the great Conleyswifey will ask him questions that he doesn’t want to answer.”

                “Quit your story telling.” Langly’s voice cut in and I turned to see him walking into the room. He’s so cute. Thick chestnut hair that falls over his brow, freckles and a happy smile that reveals the small gap between his teeth.

                His eyes are the same as his mothers and yet there’s something in the way that he carries himself; a confidence that I’m sure he has picked up from Marston.

                “Nice to meet you, Conleyswifey, and don’t listen to my wife. I was just getting us all something to drink.”

                Langly held up the try of tea he was carrying and smiled wider as he handed Jessie and I each a cup before settling down on the small sofa beside his wife. “And she’s the one that’s been worried about this interview.”

                “Why is that?” I asked, sipping the sweet tea and finding that it was delicious.

                “Well I was pretty damn dumb there for a while. I’m sure they’ll be some people that’ll have something to say about that.” Jessie admits.

                “You might be pleasantly surprised.” I countered with a comforting smile.

                “Well then let’s get this thing started. This youngin’ is resting heavy on my bladder and I can’t go too long without running to the outhouse.”

                Laughing, I reach in my pocket and pull out the list of questions, pretending I don’t notice the gentle kiss Langly lays to Jessie’s temple and the way she smiles lovingly back at him.