He arrived with a bowl of black-eyed peas.
It wasn’t a peace-offering. I don’t like black-eyed peas.
But it was for good luck.
Because it was New Year’s Eve, and the Attorney has made sure to show up with them since the year that I forgot to make a pot for Granny.
We talked a bit about the hiatus situation. Not enough to ruin the evening. But, we did put a few ground rules in place going forward.
That’s the interesting about relationships. Each one is different, so there is no rule book in place. You make it up as you go along.
Part of making up is making it up.
He also brought champagne for the New Year. But, Granny always likes to have a drop of my grandaddy’s homemade “medicinal spirits” at midnight.
When the Attorney followed me to the basement to get one of the little jars of ever clear liquid, he asked me for a make up kiss.
I gave him a quick one on the lips.
But, he held on and demanded “the right kind of kiss.”
He meant the deep kind. The kind that makes me get hard.
The kind that almost made us miss midnight.
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