“Wow so you must know all the in’s and outs of the place then?” Marissa laughed softly as she got started on dinner for the two of them “so would it be rude of me to ask how old you are? I would guess early to mid thirties but I’m really bad a guessing.”
“Not as much as you’d think but that’s in part cause I like routine and I’m a bit of a homebody. Like my room. Like the barn. Sorta stick to routine and familiar places, generally.” He replied, taking a seat to watch her cook, stretching his legs out as he did. The question and comment on his age made him laugh, however, a quick, almost barked sound that was half incredulity and half simple amusement. “You’re off nearly a decade, I’m afraid. I’m pushing 47.”
“Not to long maybe a couple weeks at most, I’m still new enough that I get lost sometimes” Marissa laughed a bit as she held open the kitchen door with her foot for him “What about you?” how long have you been here?”
“Oh, that’s alright. I still get turned around every here and again if I ain’t payin’ attention.” Mav admitted with a little shrug. It was true. He didn’t always pay enough attention, after all. He got lost in his head at times, mind a thousand miles away and sometimes a decade past. For a moment, he lost himself again but the sound of Marissa’s voice stirred him back to reality. “Oh. Maybe a year or so. I’ve lost track of time a bit.”
Oh wow, I lived on a cattle farm, small world I guess and okay if it’s okay with you then let’s head to the kitchen” Marissa smiled as she turned to head to the kitchen.
“Really? Ain’t that a thing.” He chuckled, surprised but… not really. Coincidences were few and far between in a place like this, he’d found, and didn’t question it much as he fell into step beside her, more than content to let her cook for him on a lazy afternoon. “You been here long? Been in and outta the country the last few weeks with family and personal matters and can’t keep track’a who’s comin’ and goin’ so much.”
Colorful comes with the territory of being a southern bell, and good I can make something else if you want but I already have the stuff laid out to make it.
Well, Oklahoma’s close enough to Southern, I suppose. Same sorta country mentality. We lived on a cattle and horse ranch. Anywho, I ain’t picky. ‘Sides, that sounds just fine.
You’re right, I have nothing to complain about Pop Tarts and Claims. Always more, never in short supply for a well-off gall like me. Look I’m probably just tried, I should just go to my room and get some sleep. I’ll be back to normal in the morning.
*pinches the bridge of his nose* You hear but I don’t think you really absorb… I hope you feel well enough to see there’s nothin’ much to worry about tomorrow and life goes on but what would I know? Not like I ain’t been curbed myself a few times.
You are totally right, I am just being a brat. I’m gonna go before I embarrass myself any further.
Didn’t say you had to go but you can if you want. Just sayin’ there’s always someone with it worse off than you and a pretty, well-off gal like yourself? So a couple’a punks bailed on you. Ever consider that it was a.) because they were intimidated and ran or b.) because they thought you confident enough to handle it if they needed to leave or opted out?
Did you love any of ‘em?
Oh yeah totally…. Absolutely no argument here.
*shrugs* You see someone with a compulsive need to eat their fingernails, toenails, and hair or a teacher sexsomnia who is now a listed sex offender after an incident on an airplane involving a condition she had no idea she had. Her fiance apparently saw no “problem” with her condition and saw no reason to “burden” her.
Anyways, I’d just say, like the words “hate” and “love”, “crazy” is overused and the meaning is diluted.