Sister Lila & Reverend-Mother Shovzee
posted September 28, 2006 - 2:19pmNOTE: All of this happened in my imagination while I was at one of the 'places we grown-up's go for heavy, hard work' (bars). I might mention names of people I claim to know; but that's because this is a rough-draft, and I--like most writers, apparently--base my characters on people
I've met ... I may center on character-traits of one- or another-person more-heavily than most writers do, so I also put myself into the story.
So I met a girl, Lila. As I was introducing myself, Shovzee interrupted me with, "J, stay away from her; she's married, has a kid ... she doesn't deserve your hot-hot hotness."
If you're not surely sure I'm making this up, find my face in the Pic-Menu here!
Still--being a "good boy"--I replied that I respect her for that, think of her first as a mother, etc.
Later on, a song Lila liked started to play. She pulled me onto the dance-floor, and we whipped each other around for a little while (I don't have enough balance to physically "dance," but I can stand there and look foolish just fine).
After the song, she led me to the back porch where some of our friends were talking. As she was constantly sure to hang-on to my hand, I felt obliged to put my arm around her waist.
Apparently Shovzee--an ever-shining bastion of moral rectitude--took it as one/both of two signs: 1) that I was trying to take-over Lila's husband's role as her companion, and/or 2) that Lila was trying to use me to fill that role.
Maybe I (and/or Lila) was making such an attempt---AT THAT TIME.
Not 'from the beginning of time,' not 'for the rest of our natural-born lives'; FOR THAT NIGHT!
Maybe 'Reverend Mother' Shovzee's friends are too weak-minded to make that distinction ... too obsessed-with-history to remember that the "time of your lives" is NOW ...
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