The word “life style” came back to mind. Bennett’s fuzzy Jewish hair wafted wind on my cheeks and into my nose as he lent to pick up the glass out of my hands and into the dishwasher. Although he’s already in his monkey suit, he just came from CrossFit™️ so the glass is clapped down harder this time. The noise tearing through the kitchen and gone like lightning.
He doesn’t look at me again. I just see more curly black hair bounding away from me. His voice chattering away into his headphones, bouncing off the hallways, growing quieter as he retreats. Leaving me to learn from the burning knot of inferiority.
If only he knew I pee into funnels.
He’d close is eyes and slowly shake his head.
Those started happening more often. “I know what you’re going to do Roxanne. You’re going to cry.”
Oh there’d be nights still. That quick nod backwards with a smile, Recognizing, Appreciating and Recreating what’s 🆒. That maybe he wasn’t just my boss, but my friend. But he couldn’t be my friend. We both had more important matters to attend to. Lifestyle matters. Money matters. Jazz downtown.
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