She gives me a little smile and a little explanation and lets me start petting her hair again. “Fair enough.” It’s more than I was expecting her to say. She keeps drinking, too, starting to look a little better. “Any time you want to do this again, you know where to find me.” I want to ask if I get to do this every time I need a trim, but I figure she might take that the wrong way. Don’t want to presume, anyway. I can think of a couple things that’ll definitely take her mind off being sad, and I sift through them to figure out which one I want most before I ask
“Could you do something for me, sweetheart?” I tilt my chin up and point to my left cheek. “Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.” God, I hope she can see her way clear to doing this. It’s not like asking her for a mark; she’s already left me one of those. But maybe it’ll take some of the edge off the longing in the back of my mind to be hurt carefully by someone who knows their business. Can’t ask all that of her, this little girl I’m working off trade with. But maybe she’ll give me just a little.
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Date: 2010-09-17 06:55 pm (UTC)“Could you do something for me, sweetheart?” I tilt my chin up and point to my left cheek. “Take whichever hand you’re best with and slap me, hard as you can, right there.” God, I hope she can see her way clear to doing this. It’s not like asking her for a mark; she’s already left me one of those. But maybe it’ll take some of the edge off the longing in the back of my mind to be hurt carefully by someone who knows their business. Can’t ask all that of her, this little girl I’m working off trade with. But maybe she’ll give me just a little.