“You putcoffeein them?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“You got no problems eating it, apparently.”
“I guess not.”
“Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
“I got another question: you like it when I shoot myself, don’t you?”
He laughed, but quietly.“You could say that.”
“And I’d be right saying that.Is that your kink?”
“No,” he said.
“No?”
“No...but you’re in the right ballpark.”
“So, what is it?”
“Let’s talk tonight,” he said.“When we don’t both have work to go to.”
“What about these?”I held up our engagement rings.
“They’ll keep.So keep them.”
I pulled the cord back over my head.I usually kept the rings under my shirt, but I left them out this time so everyone could see.
He smiled at me.“Guess I’ll see you tonight?”
“Guess so.”
I gathered him into a hug and whispered in his ear, “My honey kid.”And I kissed the side of his head.Then I let myself out of the trailer and headed off to work in the morning sunshine.
I had my honey kid back, and everything was going to be okay.
