guys.”
Shit. That meant Violet was still seeing her mystery man from miles away. “Which Wilson brother is she sweet on?” I asked.
“That’s the problem, they’re twins. Almost impossible to tell them apart.” Dizzy chased away a fly. “I think she’s seeing both of them.”
Great, not one budding young love, but a pair. “You tell her mom?”
“Marge already told her about the birds and the bees,” he stated, grabbing a drink of water from the pail. “But Lettie says she’s too young for all this stuff. Nothing good goes on in the woods when two young people are alone. Maybe you could—”
“Not a chance.” I cut off his thought faster than I’d lost my left pinkie. “We survive together, but that’s it. I want nothing more to do with her besides getting patched up.”
Dizzy gave me a funny look; one that told me I was wrong about something. “I heard her tell Nate you were her best friend out here. Said you were the only man she trusts now.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I’m not giving a teenage girl love advice, Dizzy. No how, no way.”
And that was the end of that subject. So I thought.
Year 3 - early summer - WOP
She stared at me harshly, waiting on an answer I wasn’t giving…ever.
“Well?” she picked up. “Is it true?”
Why she was here at my place, no less than two weeks after I made it clear to her mother’s boyfriend I wanted nothing to do with this, was beside me. But, there she sat; looking at me like I was Doctor Ruth.
“I’ve forgotten the question?” I replied, trying to sound distracted.
She sighed and then took a deep breath. “I wanted to know—”
“Never mind,” I interrupted hastily, “I remember.” I wished I didn’t. Further, I wished I were stuck somewhere else in the middle of all of this. Somewhere miles away from uncomfortable visitors and questions.
I tried several times to give my reply, but the words kept getting stuck somewhere between my brain and lips. After more than a few starts, I glanced away unsure of how this would be received.
“Yes. Sometimes people kiss and use their tongues.” There, I said it; my answer was simple enough—straightforward and plain. No further questions needed.
“And it’s gross, right?” she asked, trying to draw my attention back.
“Hardly,” I vented. “It’s just…the way it happens sometimes.” Please quit asking questions, dear girl . I promised to give her a million dollars if she stopped. Mind you, money was worthless, as was I.
“And you should wait until you’re 20 to do it, right?”
Where in the hell were these questions coming from? I spun and poised myself for a great response.
“Grow up, Violet,” I stated in a plain tone, “it’s how it works.” Okay, perhaps that wouldn’t ever be classified as a ‘great response.’ “You really need to talk to someone else about this,” I hinted. “Like your mom or Lettie.”
She huffed showing her displeasure with that answer. “Mom gets all scientific about it and wants to talk about safe sex. Ew, gross. Lettie says nature takes it course and there’s no need to ask how or why. So that’s two in the no column. I’d rather talk to Nate than Mom’s bed partner about it. So you win.”
Oh Yay, I won.
“Are you seeing someone in particular?” I asked. I peeked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. “Or are you just asking for future reference?”
She considered my question with a yawn. “Several someones.”
Great. Just as Dizzy had thought. “Do you happen to like one more than the other?”
“It’s hard to tell them apart,” she answered. “They’re identical twins. The only way I can tell them which is which is by the way they kiss.”
I gawked at her slack jawed. “Really?”
“Yeah, the one rams his nose into mine when he leans in and the other tips his head to the right a little.”
My gawk continued. “Really? You don’t know their names?”
She shrugged. “One is Jim and one is John.” Her
Shit. That meant Violet was still seeing her mystery man from miles away. “Which Wilson brother is she sweet on?” I asked.
“That’s the problem, they’re twins. Almost impossible to tell them apart.” Dizzy chased away a fly. “I think she’s seeing both of them.”
Great, not one budding young love, but a pair. “You tell her mom?”
“Marge already told her about the birds and the bees,” he stated, grabbing a drink of water from the pail. “But Lettie says she’s too young for all this stuff. Nothing good goes on in the woods when two young people are alone. Maybe you could—”
“Not a chance.” I cut off his thought faster than I’d lost my left pinkie. “We survive together, but that’s it. I want nothing more to do with her besides getting patched up.”
Dizzy gave me a funny look; one that told me I was wrong about something. “I heard her tell Nate you were her best friend out here. Said you were the only man she trusts now.”
It was my turn to laugh. “I’m not giving a teenage girl love advice, Dizzy. No how, no way.”
And that was the end of that subject. So I thought.
Year 3 - early summer - WOP
She stared at me harshly, waiting on an answer I wasn’t giving…ever.
“Well?” she picked up. “Is it true?”
Why she was here at my place, no less than two weeks after I made it clear to her mother’s boyfriend I wanted nothing to do with this, was beside me. But, there she sat; looking at me like I was Doctor Ruth.
“I’ve forgotten the question?” I replied, trying to sound distracted.
She sighed and then took a deep breath. “I wanted to know—”
“Never mind,” I interrupted hastily, “I remember.” I wished I didn’t. Further, I wished I were stuck somewhere else in the middle of all of this. Somewhere miles away from uncomfortable visitors and questions.
I tried several times to give my reply, but the words kept getting stuck somewhere between my brain and lips. After more than a few starts, I glanced away unsure of how this would be received.
“Yes. Sometimes people kiss and use their tongues.” There, I said it; my answer was simple enough—straightforward and plain. No further questions needed.
“And it’s gross, right?” she asked, trying to draw my attention back.
“Hardly,” I vented. “It’s just…the way it happens sometimes.” Please quit asking questions, dear girl . I promised to give her a million dollars if she stopped. Mind you, money was worthless, as was I.
“And you should wait until you’re 20 to do it, right?”
Where in the hell were these questions coming from? I spun and poised myself for a great response.
“Grow up, Violet,” I stated in a plain tone, “it’s how it works.” Okay, perhaps that wouldn’t ever be classified as a ‘great response.’ “You really need to talk to someone else about this,” I hinted. “Like your mom or Lettie.”
She huffed showing her displeasure with that answer. “Mom gets all scientific about it and wants to talk about safe sex. Ew, gross. Lettie says nature takes it course and there’s no need to ask how or why. So that’s two in the no column. I’d rather talk to Nate than Mom’s bed partner about it. So you win.”
Oh Yay, I won.
“Are you seeing someone in particular?” I asked. I peeked at her, trying to gauge her reaction. “Or are you just asking for future reference?”
She considered my question with a yawn. “Several someones.”
Great. Just as Dizzy had thought. “Do you happen to like one more than the other?”
“It’s hard to tell them apart,” she answered. “They’re identical twins. The only way I can tell them which is which is by the way they kiss.”
I gawked at her slack jawed. “Really?”
“Yeah, the one rams his nose into mine when he leans in and the other tips his head to the right a little.”
My gawk continued. “Really? You don’t know their names?”
She shrugged. “One is Jim and one is John.” Her
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