Rebecca Raine
broke my heart
again,
this time right in two.
come back again.
I’ll give the pieces to you.
Rebecca, taking the magazine from Ginny’s outstretched hand, smiled – the
clear, golden smile which had been the first of her many charms to waylay
Ginny’s heart. “Oh come on, Gin, you’re only six years older than me!” Opening
the magazine and flipping to page 58, she said, “And who could have broken your
heart, I wonder?”
Rebecca’s brown eyes found Ginny’s name on the page first, at the bottom
just above the page number. At the top of the page, the title of Ginny’s poem
caused Rebecca to laugh. “O Chocolate! My
Chocolate!” she spoke it aloud, evoking the chuckling ghost of Whitman, and then
proceeded to read the rest:
When I was young
you were the only one
to kiss my lips
and tickle my tongue.
my body has changed,
and things can never
be the same.
your bars and chips
but you broke my heart
and went straight to my hips.
Rebecca laughed again. “That’s hilarious, Ginny!” Now she curled her
brow. “But you eat whatever you want and you’re gorgeous!”
“Or at least that’s the impression I give.” Ginny smiled.
“Speaking of which…” Rebecca placed The Broken Heart Review on the table
and rose from her chair. “Don’t we have some of that Rocky Road ice cream left?”
“And an episode of Nightbook on the player,” Ginny observed.
“Ghosts and postres,” Rebecca smiled. “You are my kinda’ girl, Virginia
Jason.”
Ginny laughed and then stopped, recalling suddenly a similar statement
that Gordon had made early in their relationship: “Videos and cookies! You’re
my kinda’ girl, Ginny.”
Well it made sense that people she was attracted to would share her likes;
sweets and b movies, for example. Of course she was well beyond “attracted to”
Rebecca. But hadn’t she once thought the same of Gordon? Looking up at
Rebecca’s beaming face, she felt all doubt wither and fade. There was room for
nothing but love in her life now. She had certainly never felt that way about
Gordon. “I hope I’m your only girl, Becca.”
Rebecca, returning from the ‘fridge now with the frosted barrel of ice
cream and a spoon, said, “You’re my only person,
Ginny.”
Ginny grinned in her seat. “You are so beautiful with that ice cream in
your hands. I could just eat you up.”
Rebecca offered her the spoon.
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Tender, Richard.
Lady Nyo
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