Part 35 (2/2)
”You won't let me lose you.”
”Smithy.”
”I want to tell you.”
”O.K.”.
”That if I lose you I have nothing left.”
”You do.”
”I don't.”
”You do.”
”I could buy you.”
”Could you.”
”Yes.”
”Gee.”
”Can't give you a contract. But could give you laughs.”
”Smithy, ha ha, yesh, you give me a chuckle, true.”
”And it wouldn't be enough, would it.”
”You're the most surprising guy. You don't know how close I'm to saying, yesh it's enough. Maybe I could fit you in in the afternoons.”
'Would you.”
”I don't want to lose you Smithy. I don't. I can't two time. I just can't. I'm funny people. I don't love this guy. But if I'm honest I'm not really taking him for his money either. Gee. Hear that. Boat in the river. Funny time to blow such a sad tune. Left all my guests. I don't care. For a minute anyway. Don't ebb. Jesus don't ebb.”
”I will.”
”I grew the hair under my arms. Just for you, because I knew you liked it. Not much I guess to do, to show affection. It nearly ruined my career.”
”How did you know I liked that.”
”I'm not telling you.”
”You never told me there is a real AI Maygrain Diltor something.”
”Gee, didn't I say he was a real guy.”
”No.”
”O.I know him.”
”He sent me an invitation, Sally.”
”I know. Don't ask me, it's a laugh.”
Smith's head upon Tomson's soft bosom, ear against her breast, hard corner of a jewel. Her hand reaching in his hair. The beautiful danger of letting her nails near my eyes. As they touch, could claw. Lay the fingertips gently. Gently they lay.
”I want you, Smithy to stay in my life. I do. We're like two little kids standing here.”
Swaying softly held together. Strains of a highland march. Buy her. Get what. But if you don't fight. If you don't go smas.h.i.+ng in upon her heart and grab it in both hands, hold it tightly, make it squirm under the crus.h.i.+ng fingers. Got to do that. you don't go smas.h.i.+ng in upon her heart and grab it in both hands, hold it tightly, make it squirm under the crus.h.i.+ng fingers. Got to do that.
”I'll buy you.”
”Smith what can you offer me. You' d give me money.”
”Miss Tomson we're two wretched folk.”
”You see Smithy, the price is so high. I want a father on tap for my kick. To play with them on the rug with trains. If you were giving me money. I mean, gee it would be miserable for you having to part with all the cash I would need. This is terrible talk. Between us. Because suddenly I'm not kidding. Maybe it's all because you haven't got brown eyes.”
”I have the lonely green variety.”
”O Smithy. Gee.”
”MissT.”
”Mr. S.”
”Can you hear that sound, Miss T.”
”No.”
”It's me. Tip toeing.”
”Where you going, you tip toeing.”
”Out of your life.”
”O no. Gee I sort of yelled didn't I.”
”You did.”
”We better go down.”
Tomson holding Smith's hand tightly. Stepping up the steps out this temple room. To put an arm around, squeeze you ever so gently. I know that when I tip toe and go. You wanted me to stay. And so, when I go, it won't be as cold. A warmth I can wear. Your fingernails leave. Last thing of all. My steel heart snaps shut. Never open again. Painful asking what are you doing tomorrow, Sally, where are you today. Tyrant tide. Comes up to cover us. And you're tall. Golden gypsy. Running way up into the sky. Laughing and dry.
The sweet heart In the lilly All black Or white Like snow
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