The Misunderstanding
There seems to be a misunderstanding and yet I don’t recall where it all started. Sal and her little sister came into town last night, and needed a place to stay. My place just happens to like strangers, or passer byes for this matter. I knew Sal back in high school, but we never really talked too much after that. She would send me letters every couple years filling me in on the excitements of her life. She sure did have an interesting life, and I never minded hearing about it. Although sometimes I felt a bit obligated to give her some words of wisdom that I thought would help her out. She always seemed to be on this clear path, however unclear it looked from the outside. Sal is a raw girl, always there like a whip ready to crack. She hasn’t lost any of her old figure, that’s for sure, I just wish I were in a position to fuck her brains out. Too bad I’m sitting across this table while she waits for her little sister to finish up the meal I whipped up. Maybe later I thought, when the little ones asleep, who knows. That deep brown hair with those incredible blue eyes, and those thighs…
The light turned on in the hallway and my heart thumped. Sal appeared in the door of my bedroom. She looked so good and it felt so right to have her there. It turned out her little sister Sarah had gotten sick, and she needed help to locate some medicine. After Sarah was back asleep we sat up and talked for a little while about recent occurrences in our lives. I told her about the new family in town that wanted to start a sheep farm, and the plans to build a new baseball park. Nothing I had to say seemed to have much interest with her, but she seemed content to hear the simple news. She told me why she and her sister were passing through town. Apparently, their parents had been getting into some heavy drugs. They were in this cult type thing, where a group of older people had realized that there was hope yet in their lives. They found that hope in the expansion of their minds through drugs. It just so happened that two days ago, the parents had returned home and mistook Sarah for a rodent or a raccoon, and chased her out of the house. Sal was the first person Sarah had called to ask for help. Sal had been in Thailand working her magic when she received an urgent message from her sister. She caught the next flight after hearing the news, and picked up her sister at a secret meeting spot.
The story continued for quite some time with me listening contentedly and then there was a distinct noise. A tap on the kitchen window. Then CRASH, a brick hurled through it and glass shattered onto the kitchen floor. I ran to the door to see who had done such a thoughtless crime. All I saw was darkness, not even a sound stirred beyond the gentle ringing of the tree frogs. Well what was I to do, I cleaned up the glass and that was that. The night was over and Sal and I went to sleep in our respective beds.
Sarah felt better by the morning but my window still had a gaping hole. We ate a good breakfast and went out for a morning walk. The air was clear and the sun was warm. I picked a fresh cantaloupe from the garden and we enjoyed its succulent fruit and juices. I gave them a tour of the small town, and we went up a ways into the hills to get an overlay of the town. Sarah was a bouncy little one and kept running ahead, which gave Sal and me some more time to catch up. Later on that day while we were sitting on my porch, I had a strange thought. What if I was to marry Sal? I did feel this intense bond between us, but I was getting a strange vibe from Sal. She seemed preoccupied with something, although I was not sure if my read was off. I looked at her in silence, trying to feel my way into the situation at hand. Nothing. I felt like all I had to do was tell her how I was feeling, or at least bring it up in some distant fashion, and everything would become clear. Throughout the rest of the day there were brief times where I was about to tell her what was on my mind, but I could not formulate the words in the right way, so nothing came out.
Lying in my bed that night, my thoughts came back to my smashed window. Why the fuck would someone do such a thing? I drifted off into a dreamland mixed with thoughts of the day and Sal. When I awoke, the sun was just rising. It was earlier than I usually woke up, and there was a strange tension in me. I knew it was caused by these feelings towards Sal and how I was not sure if I should express them, or if she even felt the same way. I went out on the porch and found Sal sitting there. We sat in silence for a while. Silence was nice, although my thoughts were running wild. Pretty much running in circles around the same track and ending where I did not know what to say.
When Sarah woke up, we made breakfast, and packed them a lunch for their trip. I was sad that they had to leave so soon for I had hoped Sal and I would be able to get closer and discover our deep connection. Those eyes were unbelievably fierce and calm. How did these feelings come about so fast? There were two more times that I was about to tell her how I felt, but nothing came out. Sal gave me a warm hug and I waved to them as they drove away. Inside was a tempest of chilling emotions. I had lost her now, and I would never have another chance to get her back. Fuck! I thought, what a drag to be so full of conflicting bullshit. She probably smiled once at me, and I took that in the most meaningful way, and thought I was in love with her. But who knows, maybe there really was a lifelong bond that only needed to be sealed by my voice. Maybe if I had spoken up, she would be in my arms as we speak. Why am I such a dumbass? Why did I not tell her how I felt? What was I hiding from or fighting against? I guess I’ll never know, but there does seem to be a misunderstanding with myself, and yet I don’t know where it started.,/p