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The Conniving Kind
‘Are you going to the horse races?’ Liesel inquires at breakfast over cool lemon tea and cold sandwiches. I stare at my sandwich as the words register in my brain as a complete sentence and then as a question. I turn to her ‘the horse races.’ She reiterates as I play with my sandwich and smile ‘I suppose you’re thinking about her.’ she sighs ‘she’s mad at me about last night.’ I grunt looking down the table to the other side where Sadie is seated with Carlen and Viola ‘I don’t see why she should.’ She states rubbing my back ‘you might have a point.’ I decide. I’m not the one who told her to yap on and on about her aspirations! Or am I? ‘She’s the harlot here.’ Liesel affirms. I frown at her ‘Sadie is not a harlot’ I assure her ‘I think she is. I think you ought to keep away from her as from this very moment.’ Liesel testifies ‘what good will it do me?’ I wonder staring at Sadie some more, her gaze briefly meeting mine before she looks away wholly
‘a world of good. Have you no idea how conniving her kind are?!’ Liesel shrieks then lowers her voice ‘her main goal is to make you her baby daddy. And once that happens she will dry you of all your fortunes in family court even though she knows the baby isn’t yours.’ She whispers informatively. I smile at her and kiss her cheek affectionately, cupping her face in my palm; my sweet naive Liesel. ‘She’s not like that; that’s an inaccurate stereotype of black American women.’ I assure her biting into my sandwich as Carlen stands up, Sadie following suit.
I stand up and walk after her, admiring the way she filled the denim jeans that were high waisted with their suspenders and a green vest the colour of her shoes ‘please don’t make a scene.’ She whispers under her breath ‘I won’t if you stop walking away from me right now.’ I assure her ‘it’s not you I’m talking about.’ She says stepping out to the entrance steps. I grab an elbow and stop the lass from running down the step and away from me, turning her to face me. It seems like such dissipation that I kept vigil the entire night thinking of my own aspirations because of her and she wasn’t going to hear them out. ‘Let go of me .’ She coolly says ‘you need to explain what exactly I’ve done so wrong so that I may rectify.’ I pronounce holding on to her tighter. She looks back at the slate jaguar waiting to ship her to the races as though to seek help from someone in there. I know whose car that is; Lucas Roland! Did he say something to her??
I grunt and lead her down the steps to the car ‘what did he tell you?!’ I demand knocking the driver’s door where the nimrod is seated ‘what would he have to tell me?’ she inquires studying me ‘he’s a malicious prick. I explained that to you before.’ I point out ‘you did.’ She assures me ‘then what the hell is wrong for shit’s sake?!’ I wonder exasperatedly ‘you might have forgotten the little detail about you bringing me here to make Liesel jealous because you were slightly more than friends.’ She lists crossly ‘Liesel would be the last person I court Sadie. She’s but a sister to me!’ I hiss at her ‘was that what was happening at breakfast today?’ she investigates
‘of course!’ I state. She turns to the car ‘I don’t know. You saw what he was doing.’ Carlen says shaking her head ‘you don’t believe me? Go ask Liesel what we were talking about! If it wasn’t you I was lamenting over! Go ahead!’ I order her angrily. Damnit this woman gets on my nerves! She pouts and looks into my eyes as though the response lay there. ‘And if you blame me for last night I totally agree with you. I should have stopped when you asked me to. I didn’t mean to make vulnerable your esteem in that manner.’ I add slightly more calm now. She fights the edging of her mouth as a smile beckons ‘I’m going to believe you; but in the event that you are lying I will...’ she starts ‘harm my aquifers and my gonads.’ I complete the sentence for her with a smile, taking her into my arms ‘and don’t think I won’t do it.’ She whispers as our noses nuzzle and our lips brush, my hands cuddling her against my body as though she were a sleeping toy I wanted to engage in coitus with...
