We sat and wached, transfixed and he doused them in spray from an unmarked bottle.
Two drinks later I'm drunk.
Copley place. Hynes Convention. It was all alien to me. I needed a social security number and why I was looking for it in the blazing street is not the question. Why I didn't find it is not the answer.
He was standing there in the semi shade of the awning. I wonder how long he'd been there.
There wasn't a reason for me pausing there. Maybe I was hot, maybe I needed to readjust my clothes. Maybe I'd walked along long enough.
He looked over at me and kept looking. Cursory glances fled my eyes back over.
He looked old. I could dress it up and veil it with adjectives but the word my darlings, is old. and the old weren't a threat last i heard.
I pushed over.
Excuse me, do you know where the nearest social security office is. Thats what i asked. I knew the answer, north station. I asked the wrong question. And his face just tilted and he looked something verging on kind, and I felt safe in that blinding sun. And he proposed we take a cab, and i really have no idea why he wanted to accompany me, but he loaded my case into the trunk and assured me he was a gentleman.
It was sunny, i was safe.
He said he had to buy me a drink. Like an unwritten law. On a sunny morning verging on eleven in the back of a cab, he just had to buy me a drink. it just had to be done. And I agreed. Becausde the choices weren't laid out upon my bed for me to choose from and although I may be twenty years old, I'm really just a child,