Goose and Patrick by David Connor

Author:David Connor [Mulder, David Connor and E.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2019-01-12T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

It took Patrick a while to convince me to go back inside.

“The angels will be covered in snow soon,” I said. It was still coming down, like confetti in Time’s Square at the stroke of midnight at the start of a new year. “Just a few more seconds.”

I was soaked to the skin, teeth chattering, as I stood there in a bargain bin Halloween costume that left nothing to the imagination underneath the harshness of the outdoor mega wattage as those seconds passed.

“Now, Goose?”

“Okay. Now.”

When we finally did reenter the store, the snow globe simile was reversed. Our eyes were at the glass, and outside the store, it looked as if we’d turned things upside down, and then upright to get the white moving.

Wilbur wanted up in my arms. The moment he felt how wet they were, he decided he didn’t. He found my coat instead, the one I should have put on before going outside, and snuggled down into that, instead.

“You get warmed up, baby boy. Brr.” I pressed myself into Patrick, my back to his front, and he folded his arms around me, tracing the lines of my upper torso, and marking my heart with a letter P. I wondered if the action was a conscious one on his part. He didn’t say a word, until I shivered.

“This isn’t going to work with wet clothes on.”

I concurred. “No.”

“So, what do we do about that?”

“There are showers in the back,” I told him. “I can still see the message Jefferson and Calvin left us, though. Pulling myself away before the outlines are gone doesn’t feel right.”

“It was all real.” Patrick touched his chin to the top of my head.

“Yes. They can visit us, in their own way.”

After several more minutes of shivering and staring out into snow blowing sideways, I turned from the window, still clinging to Patrick, because I didn’t want to move too far away. He tightened his hold once I faced him, still just as wet and just as cold.

“We need to get you out of these. I wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

“You can go first,” he told me.

“We can go together, unless you’re shyer here than you were at Jefferson’s pond.”

“Was I the shy one?” he asked.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Patrick’s voice was playful as moved his hands up to my cheeks.

“I just am.” I was back and forth like the pendulum of a clock. There was one in aisle eleven that had googly cat eyes and a tail. Wilbur sat there for fifteen minutes one of the other nights I’d brought him in, watching the thing go tick tock, tick tock, side to side, to-and-fro, like me and my convictions to get on with life. “I don’t know why I’m so…weird about it.”

“About sex?”

“Hmm.”

“I don’t think you’re weird.” Patrick’s shirt was plastered to his body. I could see the outline of both pointy nipples and the indentation of his belly button.

“It’s been a long time since a man has put his hands on

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