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Show Remember? 79 You and Let's Pretend! He shifted onto his elbow to look at her. Did you ever cry for me? he asked. She turned away. The wind shifted hot, started to blow in gusts. He put one leg out of his bedroll. Remember when we did the dishes? he asked. It took two hours because we danced to every record that KOAR played. You were my best dance partner. I used to wonder a l o t why you just dropped out of my l i f e . I really did. So what's all this business about me j i l t i n g you? she asked. You were my only captive male at the time, so I hung out with you. That's not to say, of course, that you're not handsome, charming, and desirable. You're mean. You're my brother. Her words were matter-of-fact. The wind chased i t s e l f into eddies and began to shriek. Crickets rubbed their wings in a steady tempo. Crickets, she said as she rolled back toward him. They always show up to sing, even in the middle of nowhere. You didn't answer my question. You saw what I was underneath the make up. You knew the truth about the hair rollers, the tweezers, the Shalimar, all of those entrapments. I've been putting on a ten-pony show ever since-nobody to share my bad breath with. Just another cricket scraping my wings. You're too hard on yourself. Just realistic. Stop i t . I love who you are. You're my sister. You idealize the past, Mark. So do you. |
