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smirk at Myron, then she winked at me for what I
thought she meant alone as in intimate and dipped her finger in the bowel of
hazelnut butter cream.
    “Be careful—wouldn’t want to have to reorder your white dress to
get an ivory one.” she joked.
    Mrs. Lim-Kent slapped her hand with the wooden spoon and said, “Uhnt
uhn honey. Mrs. Chardonnay is more home trained than
that. Like I’m teaching you to be.” Myra
tisked.
    “Myron, don’t you be trying to sneak you any nookie before those
sacred vowels!” his mother scolded.
    He placed a fake smile on his face and pulled me along towards the
garage door.
    “Yeah, sure ma.” Myron said as we left.
    We walked out to the garage. Myron unlocked the doors to his
Escalade then looked at Konstance and Fianna in a homely manner.
    “Uhm. I thought you said you wanted us to be alone?” Myron asked in a
frank tone.
    “Konnie, Fi, I’ll meet up with y’all later.” I said.
    “Alright. We’ll be at my parent’s house.” Konstance
said.
    Myron and I got in the car and drove to the lake. He was well over
the speed limit and the curves he hit weren’t a joke. I found myself holding
onto the door handle and in a sturdy seat belt snugly and fit. He pushed the
gas harder as he down shifted, just as he had showed me before so many times.
We flew over the hill and if I believe my eye vision was right, Myron ran over
a cat and a raccoon back there. As fast as cats react, poor thing never
saw him coming. Going too damn fast. Bat out of hell
on Ecstasy and Viagra. He gripped the steering wheel and his hands became
sweaty. Then they slipped off. I saw the anger pouring out of him right before
me on to the road.   His insanity was that
real. No hands on the wheel just knees leading the way.

    A fast curve. I jerk. Then a
hard stop. As fast as he drove, we got there in no time.
    He parked the car and turned the ignition off.
    “Alright. What’s up?” He said.
    I almost regretted not telling him at the house. The silence was
deadly and so was what I had to tell him. Myron reclined back in the leather
seat of his Escalade and looked over at me as I prepared for his post reaction.
I sighed and sat up my eyes reverting at the beautiful landscape of willow
trees, flying ducks, and a wooden dock for fishing. I unraveled the waist belt
around my tweed coat and pulled it down off my shoulders, to reveal my silk
camisole and khaki short shorts, since I felt a swift heat swirl from around my
back and to my chest. I could feel his eyes pasted to my face and see his chest
heaving up and down at a rapid pace in my peripheral vision. Pestered by my
lack of words Myron sat back up, took his hand to my chin, and gently pulled my
eyes towards his.
    “Tell me,” he began softly
    “We can handle whatever it is...we’re stronger than that.”
    I hesitated with soundless attempts and then huffed out,
    “I—I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it.”
    He took his time before he answered,
    “What do you mean?”   His
pupils grew and his tone became strained. I swallowed hard and wondered were
his faith in us “handling it” had went.
    “What I’m trying to say is that something won’t let me...commit
myself totally to you.”
    “Commit, baby what do you mean—that’s what you’ve been doing.” he
chuckled as if what I just said was a minor issue that could be fixed.
    “That’s right. I’ve been the committed one...until
recently.”
    He became silent. Then his breathing became unsteady as his face turned
completely flushed. Myron got out the car and started walking towards the lake.
I jumped out after him.
    “Where are you going?” I said.
    “To kill myself, because if you talking about what I think you
are, I won’t be able to take it.”
    Myron stood on the edge of the rock waiting for me to tell him
something different. I didn’t speak. He stared at his image in the water.
Wanted to become that image in the water of himself . I
touched his elbow and pulled him to