We love Thursdays.
You and I.
It’s the one day we can say brings out the truth in us. I love Mondays but even saying this in your presence is exorcism.
“I know everything about you,” you say. I tilt my head so I can take in your demeanor.
My Mother says that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he sits when no one is watching. So, I gaze into your eyes-but see nothing but pools of brown, so I look at your chains, you call it financial freedom, but that ID Tag you wear to work is what binds you to a shred of honor.
“Tell me everything.”
“No, that would be too easy, besides I am just a Banker, it’s you who is the Writer. You throw around some words and they make up a person.”
“You know so little.”
“I know everything, trust me, like…listen, let me make you a cup of tea.”
I wince, but you do not see me re-arrange my face because you have gone so far into the kitchen to notice. These one-bedroom apartments. There is nowhere to run.
“We are like shards of glass, don’t you think so?” you ask, I am standing by the door, my right foot already in my shoe. I look up and see you walking towards me, “See, this is exactly what I mean. Where are you going to?”
“Um…well, I’m just going to the shop across the road to buy bread.”
“I have bread.”
“Really? Um…what brand?”
“I don’t know, it’s bread, white bread and there is also some brown bread but I think it’s lasted more than a month. So, you can take off that shoe and come sit with me. Let me tell you everything.”
“I am done looking. I am listening and right now, I know you will come up with an excuse not to stay because I am making tea, but I said tea when I meant coffee. So, yes, I am making you coffee- black, right?”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Good question but you are asking the wrong person, maybe we could ask you, sneaking out of someone’s house because they offer to make you tea which you don’t like, and instead of declining the offer like a normal person you try sneaking out.”
“That is the longest sentence you have ever uttered, do you know that?”
“You talk a lot when you are trying to get yourself out of a situation.”
“Thank you Mr. Revelation.”
“You are welcome Miss Salty.”
“How long are we going to dance around each other, it’s 2019 for crying out loud and the sooner we make this-and I am pointing at you and I repeatedly, the better for the heavens. I’ll stick to my world of numbers and allow you passage into the world of words. I promise to forget this as often as I can, but seriously, how long will we be at this?”