I turn to Slim. Do I smell? I says. He throws me a startled look. Uh - Ohmigawd, I do. I smell bad. How bad? Go on, you can tell me. Well, he says, you don't smell as bad as some. But you don't smell as good as some neether. I knew it, I says. What'm I gonna do? Yer askin me fer advice? He shakes his head as he says, I'd remind you that I'm wearin a lady dress with no unders.
Moira YoungHe looked to the sky for answers. I look at what's in front of me, what's around me, what's inside of me.
Moira YoungHe’ll banish the shadows. He’ll silence the whispers. An the wounds of my soul will heal.
Moira YoungThe lies that lurk in the shadows of truth.
Moira YoungLike what you see, Angel? He says
I step to the fence. Hook my hands into the links, next to his. I lean in close. He's got tiny white lines around his eyes from squintin. Or maybe smilin. He smells of warm dust an sage.
You ain't my type, I says
G'bye, Saba, he says.
You sonofabitch, I says.
Jest becuz I’m nine, don’t mean I’m a stupid little kid.
Moira YoungI hold up the heartstone. It’s burnin hot now. He’s on th’other side. The sound of a heartbeat. In my head, all around me, everywhere. So loud.
Moira YoungWhatever’s broke, he says, I can fix it. I’ll fix it all. I promise.
Moira YoungI stare at his chest. I can't seem to make my eyes move away. When I seen him without his shirt before, back at Hopetown, all I noticed was the scars. But now all I can see is how lean an strong he is. With wide shoulders an arms roped with muscle. He ain't got no hair on his chest, not like Pa an Lugh. My fingers itch to touch it. Find out if his skin feels as smooth as it looks.
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