1972

Chapter Four

(Dedicated to Austin Garcia)

Buttoning up a pair of high waisted bell bottoms I look at Ivor through the stand alone mirror at the side of the room. Malinda and Tom ended up coming today instead of yesterday due to a party they attended. As selfish as It may sound: I still want Ivor all to myself. I want to bathe in is company more and possibly have his hands all over my body again.  How could I politely tell him that I yearned for more  of his touch, without making it sound like yesterday wasn't enough?

  "We need to come up here more often." I state turning around and looking at him. "Let's just hide up here forever."

  "Oh." He says back giving me an appalled look.  "That's a very naive thing for you to say."   

   I tried to hide that I was hurt. Whenever we have good moments in a bad day such as yesterday, he had to pull this shit. Instead of holding back my tongue I spoke my mind. I demanded to know what his issue was. This isn't an "Naive" thing for me to do, it's was the pissed thing to do.

   "What's that supposed to mean?"  I almost knotted up my fist.  "You're starting to sound like everyone else." 

   Ivor knew what I met by this, he grew stiff and didn't direct his attention to me. The silents between us is alarming but I'd rather have him say noting at all. Putting my hair down  to block him out we continue getting ready. I wonder why we are like this to each other and I do feel guilty because I think it's me. I put him out of my head and think somewhere else before I shout out everything I feel.

"Hello?" Malinda's voice come from down the marble  stair case. "Ivor?"

"Where in the bedroom ." Ivor says and she quickly enters.

   "Oh my goodness the drive was impossible!" She exclaims thousands of expensive pieces of jewelry clinging onto her.

  "Ivor did all the driving." I say to her but she ignores me as usual going on about herself.

I notice the lavished rings on every finger sometimes she could even had two stacked on each other. The way she gesticulated everything made me cringe. I noticed diamond-like sunglasses, clung through her loosely curled blonde hair that bounces dramatically every time she moved. It was always like Malinda to have fancy things and body language. For a women like Malinda with hateful blue eyes and skin so clear you'd think its plastic, everything down to the slant of your nose needed to be perfect.

  "This  Cabin is my favorite." Malinda admires her surroundings quickly shoving me to the side. "Isn't it just absolutely lovely, they put quite a bit of money into it."  

I take her shove as a clean get away and leave to go find Tom. It was always nice getting out of hearing about Malinda's favorite thing, money.  Instead of zoning out I'd rather make conversation with someone worth talking too. Tom was the polar opposite of Malinda, he was: intellectual, experimental, and a very free thinker. Sometimes I even wonder how Malinda and Tom became a pair;people like him normal never associated with humans like her. 

   "Hey Tom," I Say walking over to his mint Buick. "Glad you could make it."

   "Hey you too." He replies back lighting a cigarette.  "Have you ever been up here before?"

    "No it's the first time ." I say taking in out surroundings. "Thanks for inviting us it's quite lovely."

   "Everyone has to come up here at least ounce." He says passing the cigarette  to me.  

   Normally I would wave it away but I didn't. Instead I exhaled and watched the cloud of smoke disappear in front of me. Handing it back I noticed how deep in though he was. Tom's hair framed the side of his face  making him look like an older version of Ray Manzarek. I begin digging the heel of my platform into the ground and shifting my weight from on leg to the other. I was the one who broke the silents.