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Kris
“Um, are you sure about this?” Nicolette grasps my arm as I help her out of the back of the security SUV. The RV place in Hoboken is supposed to have some of the best-oversized buses and motorcoaches around, and let's face it we are not going to be flying cross-country anytime soon.
“I know it looks like a dump, but I read good things online.”
"Don't always believe what you read online."
“C’mon.” I roll my eyes pulling open the door. Inside is a vast open space with the vehicles on display. Many are more of the camper's delight type, but a few look promising.
“Hello, welcome to Traver’s Adventure Vehicles. Is there something specific I may show you, or would you like to just have a look around?” The man in the mid-priced suit asks me but smiles at Nicolette, who squeezes the feeling out of my damn arm.
“How you doing? We’re gonna browse, if that’s okay, by you.”
“Oh sure, you're new to the area I take. You got yourself a bit of a drawl there.”
“Scoping out some things,” I reply, walking away from this idiot. Commenting on my Southern accent is not the way to make me open my wallet.
Another salesman, who was in earshot and must see the annoyance on my face, comes over. “I’m sorry, Keith is a bit of an ass. Please take your time, each unit has its spec on the door, and you can board them to see the interiors. We can do custom work if you prefer something changed. If you have any questions or would like to see how something handles, come find me. My name is George.” He extends his hand to Nicolette and me.
“Thanks, George.”
We look at a couple of luxury RVs, but it is my Tink that comes up with the best idea. While I was hitting my head trying to get out of an RV, she wandered out to the 5-wheelers. I would have never thought of trailers to haul.
“Is the furniture gonna be safe?” Nicolette asks as we are hopping the highway.
“Safe how?”
“Like clean?”
I chuckle, “Everything is sanitized, Tink.”
“I want a new mattress and linens if that’s okay.”
“I’ll stop at Nordstrom, and we can take the new bed from the house.”
I glance to see her going through her bag, pulling out more of that spicy nut mix Lathan makes. Seems it satisfied her snackish needs. “Okay.” In goes a handful.
Head between my knees, I’m waiting for Nicolette to get out of the bathroom at Nordstrom Upper East. She may have bought half the homewares department. I tried to tell her we had time, and it was only a thirteen-hour drive back to Tennessee, but she’s insisting that she needs to feel at home if it is going to be home.
I am such an enabler.
“Hey I figured you would have been at the car when I came out. What are you doing?” Nicolette pauses for a second. “What’s that?”
Picking up my exhausted head I look at the space next to me, where a two and a half foot tall green chanel dragon plushie sits. I pick it up. “They didn’t have any dragonflies.”
She bites her lip. “I thought we were waiting, Pan? If we start buying things now our home is goi-”
I hand her the dragon, as I pull her into me, my hand at her lower belly. “We need to acknowledge this little dragonfly, maybe that’s the problem. We’re pretending there’s nothing here, we need to dish out more love, not just to each other but for this.” I squeeze gently. “I know it’s hard, but I also know it’s time.”
“I’m scared, Pan. I’m afraid of getting my hopes up.”
“But that’s exactly what we need to do. Hope is manifestation, maybe if this is a girl that’s what we can call her?”
“What manifestation?” Tink’s face breaks out in a smile.
I kiss her mouth, then lit her top even as she protests to kiss her belly. “Hope Manifestation, kinda cool.” I whisper then blow a big fat raspberry on her belly, making her squeal. We get a few looks, but I don’t give a shit.
