We leave for the Anderson estate at twelve forty-five in the morning, and as far as I can tell, this all could have been done after the sun came up, not during a midnight downpour. Fletch sits up front with Jen. Rumor has it Blaine will be meeting us in the a.m. I’m guessing he wanted to play a game of Jax before the weekend hit, and my sister put him under another dry spell. I’d like to place him under a permanent dry spell by way of yanking his balls right off his body, and if the mood should strike, I just might.Wes scoots in. I purposefully sat in the middle, so I could rest my head on his shoulder and lull myself to sleep with the rhythm of his breathing. When Wes and I finally got together as a couple back home, I used to lay my head on his stomach and we’d watch the night sky for shooting stars. His body was as soft as a waterbed. I could listen for hours at the odd sounds and gurgles. Wes was his own universe, and I could hardly wait to discover him. And now there are more layers, more intricacies that I want desperately to unearth.
What do You think about Ephemeral (The Countenance)?
