Revised Edition Family Ties by B. G. Howard

Author:B. G. Howard
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: B. G. Howard
Published: 2022-04-06T00:00:00+00:00

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Finding a close space in the evening or late at night was extremely difficult, to say the least, which was nothing like parking on my street in the early afternoon. Locating a place at nearly 1:00 AM was absolutely out of the question unless you happened upon some visitor pulling out as you came through. Still, I was fortunate enough to find a space newly abandoned at the end of the block opposite the entrance to my complex. Approaching the building, I checked for traffic and crossed the street. Natasha was in the same place she’d been seated when I left, perched at the top of the steps. When I passed earlier, she wore jeans with a pullover NYC T-shirt, but now, looked particularly stunning in a floral-print blouse and black fitted skirt that hit her not quite halfway the thighs when seated. Even in the dim light, the turquoise underwear was unmistakable from the bottom step as she sat with her knees a few inches apart.

I spoke coming up the steps while holding the rail that stopped beside the stoop where she sat. “Natasha…what’s up? How are you this evening?” I asked.

While standing and waiting for me to pass, she replied, “I gute, und howve ist chu?”

When I opened the door, she followed and started up the stairs behind me. Without turning around, “Not tonight, Natasha,” I said, “It’s been a very long day and I’ve got to get started again in just a few hours.”

“Jes zu tzalk,” she stated.

I unlocked the door, pushed it open, and commented, “But only for a few minutes. I have to be out early.”

Watching the skirt dance like it was intentionally teasing me as she entered my apartment, I suddenly began having flashbacks of the last time we were in similar positions. Pressing the remote’s power button, I immediately summoned the assistance of John Coltrane. Then, remembering her comment following the first incident about how she liked my jazz music, I, almost in a panic, killed the power on the stereo. The seldom watched television more or less served as background noise while Natasha took a seat on the couch and picked up a magazine from the small coffee table in front.

Sitting down at the opposite end, I asked, “So, what’s on your mind.”

“Vwhen I kome herve tzudaye, me likes spends tyme vwit chu,” she explained. “Uri alvays ist go avaay…”

I considered the nature of the conversation and pretty much figured out the direction it was headed. Recalling activities involving the two of us the last time we were on the couch, I became a bit uncomfortable and moved toward the kitchen.

I said, “Maybe talking to him would help. I mean, if you explain how you feel, perhaps he won’t be gone as much, or you can possibly go with him sometime.”

Natasha stood and approached the table, “Me not go vwit hime…alvready me aesk. He szay me, sztay homve.”

Colors in the floral print blouse prompted me to focus on the table’s centerpiece

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