Summer Love by Annie Harper

Author:Annie Harper
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Interlude Press
Published: 2015-06-13T04:00:00+00:00

My Best Friend

H.J. Coulter

First off, to be quite honest, I am kind of surprised that you agreed to move to Toronto. Sure, it’s not like you had much choice—you did marry the woman. And being asked be to an associate with Richardson Langley is a tremendous opportunity for her. But of the two of us, I always figured it would be me that eventually made the move to the big city. It just makes sense, me being a professional photographer and all. And I hate to break it to you, but “driving a tractor since I was old enough to see over the steering wheel” and “milking cows for so long I pretty much do it in my sleep” are not really skills transferable to life in the city.

Plus, you could barely stand the constant noise and the lack of open space during the two years we lived in Winnipeg, and the buses confused the hell out of you. Come to think of it, I would pay good money to see you try and navigate the TTC during rush hour, with your muddy cowboy boots, ripped blue jeans, Winnipeg Blue Bombers jersey, and John Deere hat. So go ahead and move, and make sure you take lots of videos.

I remember the first day we met. I had just finished setting up a photo shoot out behind the barn for all of Anika and Becky’s dolls, because the girls refused to pose for me, when you came barreling down the driveway, covered in sweat and dirt, with a big smirk on your face. You were so damn proud of yourself for bik­ing four miles all on your own and couldn’t wait to tell Char­lie all about it. Of course, knowing your mother, she had already called Charlie in a state of panic when she couldn’t find you.

Do you remember how pissed Charlie was when we found him? I felt so sorry for you, because I knew when you got home you were going to get one hell of a spanking. And I think Charlie felt bad too, because he pulled the “responsible big brother” card and somehow convinced your mother he would keep an eye on you for the next couple of hours while he finished up in the shop. And suddenly I had a real, live model—one that was way more fun than my “stupid” sisters anyway. That summer was the first of many we spent attached at the hip.

The other day I heard “I Love A Rainy Night” on retro country and I cranked it up and danced like an idiot out on the deck. Becky and her boyfriend were down by the fire pit and kept giving me looks like “what the fuck is he on?” But I didn’t care! I had forgotten how much I LOVE that song. It reminds me of when I was a kid and my only goal was to sleep outside during a thunderstorm. As soon as I heard the first rumble in

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