Cut from the Same Cloth
I watch Gramma Sophie raise the sweat soaked cocktail to her red-stained clown lips, wondering to myself how she continues to have the desire or energy to replay this scene over and over.
Humming a melody she watches me through slit eyes, fear and excitement clouding her delicate features.
Gramma Sophie leans back in her chair, the hint of a smile on her lips savoring the knowledge that Earl has come back, just like she knew he would.
Winking at me she whispers, "Earl, you've always known this is my favorite song, shall we dance"?
I rake my fingers through my hair and wonder if she'll ever remember who I really am.