THE TRUTH OF US : Truth is. (4)

Not Gone.

"....Is he okay?..."
"Fine!.."

The lady at the cash register looked at Nate, and gave him a sympathetic smile....."That will be a $100 thanks.."

"..We might put that back....And that, maybe that....Now, how much?.."
The older woman tapped out the new figure...."$50....Okay, now.."
"Fine..." I handed over the money.

"Carry this.." I handed Nate the bag.
"No. It's not the liver. I've got that.."

Once in the car.

"We have to go to Edith's.....Shit!.."

I looked at Nate, who was trying not let me see he was looking at me. Was I angry at him, would I do something to him. Going to Edith's could be just that?....I didn't look angry. But, I was looking at him.....Maybe if he smiled, would that help?

"Tell me how the Liver got in your hands?..."

Nate pointed to himself, gestured two small people. Not his fault, they did it.....He was so sorry!

"Well....Of course, it wasn't your doing!..." I was sorry too. Nate didn't need my anger.

I leaned over and kissed him. Nate grinned at me.

"..Can you explain to me again, what the French's plan to do. I'm still not really getting it....And it's shitting me. Because nobody can make any body do anything, or can they?.."

Nate looked down, then pointed out the window.

"Land?.....Right..."

He did a few other gestures, that looked to be....Money, Title.
"....Yeah. Back in England, but this the U.S. last time I checked..."

It was sounding a bit like the show "Game of Thrones". But, everyone pretty much get's killed in that. Maybe that was the plan! We all die.

Then he pointed to himself.

"....Crazy?.......Noooo! Definitely not!.."

Nate looked at me, he tried to smile....It came across as sad instead.

"....But, you could sort it out here? Sell it? No? Oh okay..."

Nate did another gesture.

"Care?...." Nate nodded.

"You did a lot better than Carl ever did! But, still suffered. Where were they then!..." I crossed my arms. I was quietly pleased they didn't poke their nose in. Audrey and I got him. He was ours!

"...Your mine any way...." That was final, I gave Nate a hard nod. "...Claudia can stick it! And, I'll tell her!..."

Nate grinned at me again. Nate tapped my arm.

"...Pills. Oooo! The "mints". I really stuffed up there! Yes, well! (Went pink In the cheeks. Nate dimple-grinned me) "..Me saying "never, never!"
What did I do! Gave you one of the "pure stain mental correction" tablets!!"

Nate nodded. Pretend to look stern.

I turn the keys in the ignition..."We better face the horrors.."

What more could go wrong?

Nate felt nothing could, and smiled at me (Such a misery guts!)