Hello.
I just wanted to say thanks.
Most of you don't comment on this, but I can see you do actually read it.
Thank you for being on this with me.
I'm so very proud of myself for this.
Like, REALLY frickin' proud.
So here you go.
"Thanks," I murmured under my breath.
"You're welcome." The man said from across the table. He had just set the bowl of soup in front of me. I stared at it and stirred the spoon around, not eating. I kept thinking about what had happened, and it wasn't making anything better. "Miss, you need to eat. You haven't in three days touched a drop of water or a bite of food."
"I'm not hungry." I grumbled.
He folded his hands and leaned towards me. "Listen, I know it's been hard, but doing this to yourself isn't going to bring him back."
That struck a nerve. "Listen." I snarled. "You have NO IDEA what I'm going through right now."
He sat up straight. "I'm not going to argue with you. But you need to eat, Marilyn."
I flinched. He was the only one who ever called me Marylin. Everyone else called me Mary. If anyone besides him called me my real name, I would tell them to call me the other.
He's family, what can I say.
"I know."
He smiled. "Now, you need to eat."
I slumped in my chair. "I don't wannaaaaaaaaaaaa." I dragged out, acting like a two yearold.
He smiled at me. "I'm your Uncle, Marilyn. Therefore, I have authority. Now eat."
"Fine." I scooped up a big spoonful and shoveled it into my mouth
"Happy?" I asked. It probably sounded more like "hawthpy?"
He smiled at me. The corners of his eyes wrinkled when he did.
"Yeth, vewwy." He said, imitating me. I swallowed and laughed back at him.
He tookmy hands in his, his being so much bigger than mine.
"Me and you against the word, M. You and me."
