fortune-cookie girl

Clutching my heart.

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Copyright © 2020, Michael M Wayman

She did not know anybody there, nor did I. We went for a walk. She looked in her handbag and pulled out a folded piece of paper and gave it to me. I unfolded it and read out loud:

I don't know your name, but I know who you are. You are the one who goes to sleep with your arm inside my rib cage clutching my heart. How could I not know who you are.

“There was certainly no uncertainty in that relationship and that’s for sure.” I still did not know her name and I don’t think that she knew mine, but now I knew that did not matter much, I had no need to ask.

“So why are you at this wedding? You said that you knew nobody...”

“I did not get an invitation, but I did get a phone call from the best man, I had no choice.”

We went to her room and she held up two dresses, red and dark blue. I told her to wear the red one for the dinner event. I kept my suit on. She looked in her handbag and pulled out a folded piece of paper and gave it to me. I unfolded it and read out loud:

A lady does not make herself pretty, she makes herself prettier.

The dinner was very formal, each place at the tables had a card with a person’s name on it. And no, I was not seated next to her; I did not see much of her that evening. The two families were both so-called drinking families; the waiters kept bringing the bottles.

I do remember going to her hotel room where she looked in her handbag and pulled out a folded piece of paper and gave it to me. I unfolded it and read out loud:

I know where my desires will take me.

I do remember falling backwards onto the bed. And nothing more.