12.11.2015
“Hey, Liz, have you seen my blue pullover with the white trim?”
“If it’s not in the bedroom, could it be in the hallway closet?”
Erin set down her socks on the grey conforter aon the bed and walked into the hallway, around the bend halfway down it, and opened the sliding door to the closet that sat right next to the apartment’s entry door.
Dishes rattled in the kitchen as Liz made her breakfast. The pullover wasn’t on that side of the closet, so Erin slid the doors across to the other side to expose the other half of the closet. She riffled through the hangers and jackets and coats, when she found the item she’d spent the last twenty minutes looking for. Hidden between two bulky winter coats, which they’d likely soon need.
She pulled out the hanger and pullover, removed the hanger from the pullover’s neck, and placed the hanger back in the closet.
“You’re a genius, Liz,” she said as she pulled the cotton over her head and arms as she walked back to the bedroom.
“Found it then?” came the loud reply.
“Yep.” She sat on the bed and put on her black, leather, riding boots. Erin grabber her house keys and walked out from the bedroom, running her fingers through her hair to straighten out a few knots the pullover had created as she pulled it on.
As she entered the kitchen, Liz was just sitting down to the table, with a syrup bottle in hand.
“And do you work tonight?” Erin asked.
“Yeah, from five until close,” Liz replied.
“Maybe I’ll stop by the bar later for a drink?”
“That’d be a nice break from the normal clientèle, sure.” Liz said.
Liz popped open the top of the bottle and poured the syrup over her buttered waffles.
“And, Erin, do you have to grade this weekend?”
“Probably a bit. I’m trying to finish most of the grading between class and the office hours, but we’ll see how much I get done. Depends on whether Shannon stops in again with more small talk.”
“Okay. I’d forgotten about my sister’s wine party, but I thought it’d be good to stop by for a bit.”
“What night?” Erin asked.
“Saturday.”
“Deal,” Erin said. “I’ll get a red and a white on the way home?”
“Malbec and Chardonnay?” Liz asked.
“You read my mind,” Erin said.
Liz had parted her long, red hair to the side this morning.
“I like the hair.”
“Good, I was bored of the pony tail.”
Erin grabbed her backpack and an apple to eat on the bus. “I’m headed out, she said.
Liz took another syrupy bite of waffle and stood up, and crossed to meet Erin. Liz pulled her in for a big hug, and whispered, “I love you, Erin.”
“I love you too, honey.” Erin gave her a big kiss and said, “Tasty waffles!”
“Mmhmm, not even frozen ones.”
“I’ll see you later tonight then.”
They separated with Liz stepping back to the table and Erin toward the apartment door.