What was he going to do? Why couldn't he shut up?
But she was sitting there in the driver's side and he was sitting in the passenger side and the sun was going down and no one was saying anything.
She didn't open her car door and neither did he.
"Did you want to put it in the garage?" Max had noticed the garage that looked more like a hut with a thatched room and some wire dangling off it. He bet it had been built back in the thirties.
"What?" She looked stumped.
"The car." He turned his head to look at the old gray stucco house. At least his uncle's place was an authentic log cabin. It was at least a good forty years younger than this house. He winced wondering who were these people to leave something like this to a vibrant woman like Amber. It kind of made his heart ache. He could see from here, in the near darkness that it was falling apart.
She started it up and they barreled off to the garage and the car plopped in its designation as if it knew exactly where the ruts were designed.
He got out and went straight to the garden past the mesquite thicket.
"Well, this is something?" There were still hot peppers and a few tomatoes. It was fall and still going.
"What?" As if she couldn't think of another word to say as she was looking over his shoulder as if he'd spotted a cottonmouth or a rattlesnake.
"Real nice spot here," he pointed and noticed the fruit trees. Of course, the pears and the peaches were gone by now, but he thought he saw some wild grapes.
"My uncle and I are making wine," Max told her about the time he made hard apple cider while he was on the ship in the Navy. "Just used some regular yeast. I wasn't exactly old enough to be drinking off duty so they made me stay on the ship in most places."
"Evidently, it didn't stop you," she smirked.
"Reckon not."
She went on into the house from the front door and he came in from the backdoor as easily as one pleased.
"What the hell?" He met her in the dining room where she was unloading food. "Your back door doesn't lock?" Max shook his head.
"It hasn't in forever." She told him as if a girl like her could take care of herself.
Max only sighed. Why was he the one horrified and she wasn't?
Love their blossoming relationship,
ReplyDeletelittle butterflies in my stomach hahaha.
Ann
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Very interesting ;)
ReplyDeleteGenial fragmento me gusta Amber . Te mando un beso
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ReplyDeleteMax obviously already cares a lot about Amber: "He winced wondering who were these people to leave something like this to a vibrant woman like Amber. It kind of made his heart ache. He could see from here, in the near darkness that it was falling apart." It's touching how Max worries about Amber's safety and is furious with anyone who mistreats her. The dialogue you write for them is lovely, so natural and easy as they discuss wine making and Max's Navy days. And there's a hint of danger, too, what with the not-quite rattlesnake and unlocked back door. Nice!
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