“What a foolish little brother,” someone sighed and she flinched as an eerie white mist enveloped them. The strange haze combusted as it imploded into a brilliant white light that crept into every dark corner, shattering the demons glamor and sending them plummeting back into reality. Her arms went up to shield her eyes as the sound of metal on metal met her ears, the demons roar sending fear and an inkling of relief skittering down her spine. The light seeped out of the room as if had never been there at all and her eyes immediately went to search the area for signs of their attacker. But the demon was gone. And in its place stood a tall, extremely handsome man that–to her complete and utter surprise–greatly resembled Kaizer. His hair fell around his ears, a rich chestnut brown that sifted around his fingers as he settled it back into place. His brows furrowed as he frowned down at them and something told her it wasn’t an expression he made often. His eyes were a shocking silver, the mercurial pigment melting into a guarded, warm, brown that both terrified and comforted her.
As they checked out and loaded the painting supplies into the cart and headed to the car, the three women were approached by a fifty-something year old black woman with cropped short hair and a missing tooth in the front-bottom of her mouth. “Ma’am, ‘cuse me, sorry to bother you, but imma needin’ some help, missus any change you could-”
“Get away from me, you filthy animal!” Sister Jolley screeched. “You sure as shit do need help, but you ain’t gettin’ none from me. Now go on home before someone comes along and beats your black ass!” Did that really just come out of……
Those were the highlights of my days, in pink in my spreadsheet. And the thing is, having kids is not like when a man leaves you. In that crisis scenario, you are left with the hope that you can start again. In the kids scenario, you cannot put them back up your vagina where they came from. It’s done. Permanent. And people without kids resent when you tell them that not having kids is a selfish choice. Maybe they are right. But for sure, once you have kids, it is much more difficult to be selfish. You have seen my spreadsheet, and I was one that used to take pride in my endurance threshold. I had worked in investment banking! I was one that constantly gave my best shot at things. But you have seen what my days were like. Unworkable.
And the nights. The nights were purgatory, constantly waiting to be admitted to hell. Admissions were random………
Among the same group’s membership was General Edwin Walker. Walker used his military office to aid his own political interests. He publicly handed out John Birch Society literature to American troops. His propaganda labeled President John F. Kennedy and some of his appointees as Communist sympathizers. This was an attempt to associate John F. Kennedy with Soviet ideals and programs.
Within a matter of seconds, I went from feeling utter discomfort to finding the place where I was meant to be. He turned me to face him and brushed a soft kiss to my lips for what seemed like a wonderful eternity. “Dyl, I’m so glad you came. I’m not ready to leave you yet.” I answered with a small peck to his lips then he led me to his room.
He placed my bag on his bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom. I started to pull out my silk boxers and tank top, to sleep in for the night when I felt his presence behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist, nuzzling my neck. It caused a giggle to erupt from my throat. “I could listen to that all day” he said continuing his precious torture.
“They can read our minds. Exactly! I would like any of you to tell me how we can successfully fight an opponent that can read our minds. An opponent who so far has shown no weakness to our weapons of war. And more than that, let us say we find a way to kill them and win, what then? Do we wait the next fifty to sixty years until the remnants of humanity dies out? Do we destroy these mutants and watch the human race go into extinction?
“And what of this nation. How does our government survive if there are no more children? Who will obey the laws or care about the next day if people understand that there is no hope for a future? I made an oath to protect and defend the U.S. Constitution and implied in that oath is the necessity that there is someone left to govern. Someone must be alive to govern or our way of life is truly at an end.
The night before, he confessed that he had been having an affair and I told him whatever made him happy made me happy, although he was skeptical. He swore on his life that I was all that he wanted, but I knew better. I caught them in the women’s restroom at the rehearsal hall earlier.
I listened as he lied, telling her that we agreed on him continuing to see her after we were married. The pitiful excuse for a woman sobbed while he consoled her cries.