Previously: She walked into English 212 … Her ass was a remarkable bit of engineering … I was gone and there was no coming back … I was ready to renounce my citizenship and move to the Ana Riviera … Actually I think you’re kind of cute in a duck or squirrel kind of way … I would bite each cheek, just enough, before rolling her back over and making her marvel at the hidden talents of ducks and squirrels.
fernweh (fern-way) n.
1. An ache for distant places
2. Being homesick for anywhere but home
Did you hear that? I think I heard a knock at the front door. Did you hear a knock?Can you see anything? Tell me, be they friend or foe?
Can you smell that? That’s piss. I’m literally pissing my life away, America. If somebody came through that bathroom door and fixed this mess, cleaned me up, healed my bones, gave me a meal and dry place to spend the night, would it be worth their while or would they be wasting their time? I’m afraid they would be wasting their time.
By the time my dad was thirty-four, he had a wife, two kids, and a viable farm that he started from scratch. He’d rewired our house, built the addition on the back, never once took our car to the garage because he could fix it himself, and made his own yogurt. Plus all the other stuff I don’t know about because I never bothered to pay attention. Ana’s dad — shit, I guess I’m older now than he ever was.
Thank you for reading. Next week starts like this:
After lunch, Ana and I made plans to meet the following weekend.
Then Jackson runs into Belmont.