Another Summer Afternoon
(August 1980)
Ennis sat on the couch, lazily thumbing through one of Cassie's magazines. It was one of those news magazines. Cassie would sit and read it on Sunday afternoons, she said she liked to know what was going on in the world. She would always try to give them to him to read. She would say “don't ya wanna talk like an educated person?” But he would always shake his head, and he would laugh to himself when she fell asleep with the magazine in her lap.
But today was real hot, about a 100 degrees. They were too hot to go anywhere. Cassie was taking a shower, she said “just can’t take this anymore, can’t take it at all.” Ennis looked up at her when she said that, there was something about her voice, but he turned right back to the magazine.
Ennis slid deeper into the damp couch, going through the pages, not being able to contain his yawns. There were articles about the oil crises, and the election, and inflation. Ennis stared at that word, in a big bold headline. He closed his eyes, not fighting the drowsiness, feeling the water of a crisp cool stream.
“It sure is a scorcher” Cassie said. “Are you just goin’ to sit there like that all day?”
Ennis was jolted awake. Cassie just had on a big white towel wrapped around her. Her wet hair was dripping all over. She sat down next to him. He didn’t stir. She smelled like baby powder.
Ennis kept flipping through the magazine. There was an article about some plain clothes policemen in a far off big city, trying to deal with the drugs and the crime. There was a picture of some in uniform, on the streets of the city. Ennis stared at the picture. One of them had dark hair, and a dark mustache, and he was tall and lean. Cassie sat down beside him. “It sure is hot” she said.
She felt cool against him, as she took the magazine out of his hands. Ennis closed his eyes. He could feel her against him, but he was standing in the stream, with the cool, rippling water flowing all around him.