Tuesday, February 16, 2010
"We are." She smiled at him. "But first we need to go somewhere."
So he shrugged as if he could kill a little time with her.
They drove past the cinema plex, behind a small little hill where Liz felt sure some young brave had stood there once upon a time shouting to his people about seeing a white buffalo, or the fact, it was Beck Birthmark (a Sioux Native American guy) told her this on one of their little occasions here. Liz used to come out here many moons ago to smoke pot with him. Maybe she loved him. She really never knew for sure. He was just someone she smoked pot with, and for some reason Ravi looked like the type who might endure some of the ganja with her.
"Now don't tell me, you've never tried it." She had enough for a fat cigarette. She got out and sat on the warm hood of her car, even if it were below freezing out.
He shook his head, no.
"Well, it grows on you." She shrugged lighting up.
"Seriously?" He looked at her as if it might grow marijuana on his chest.
She smiled with a giggle and inhaled. And handed it over to him.
"What ever works for you, man." She croaked with smoke coming out the corners of her mouth.
Ravi just looked at it. She was afraid he'd just throw it back at her, but he took a drag off of it, like he knew what he was doing. He handed it back. He was quiet.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" She looked at him in the moonlight. The snow practically glowed. She took another hit that finally drifted through her like a big ball of happiness. She giggled slightly.
She looked at him calmly then. She was tired of being sad.
"You know, I have one regret that I never ran away to Mexico with Beck Birthmark." There. She said it.
"Beck Birthmark?" Ravi winced.
"Just some guy." She shrugged. "He moved back to South Dakota to this Indian Reservation. He really had a beautiful complexion, except for a cut on his right cheek. He hit himself with a switch blade. He was drunk. Something about trying to kill a skunk. I think. I might have been high when I was listening to that story."
"Here?" Ravi smiled. She thought that might have been a laugh. Soon they were talking about nothing, or ghosts or the trees. She was feeling pretty warm. So was he. She didn't feel like explaining much as they finished up the cigarette and got in the back seat. Really she was content enough. She got out the candy. They started to unwrap candy bars.
She looked at the chocolate covered marshmallow heart. "This one is for Bridget, the one that kept you up at night with those dumb questions of hers. Eat it with delight. She can't hurt you, anymore." She told him, handing it to Ravi.
He had a heart shaped Snicker's candy.
"Is this for Beck Birthmark?" He pushed it in her mouth then. She laughed completely.
"Now that's a good heart." She told him as she licked her mouth and her fingers.
"What happened to him, anyway?" Ravi sounded so normal. Then he giggled as he ate at the marshmallow heart.
"I think he got married back at the Indian Reservation." Liz sighed.