Exchange @ Coffeeshop

In line for coffee, two men talk.

“She wants to leave on Wednesday. Night.”

“And you said?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Because?”

“Because I want to leave on Thursday.”

“And she said?”

“Oh, she wanted to talk about it. Wanted to know why I want to leave on Thursday. Bullshit.”

“Did you?”

“Tell her how I was feeling?”

“Yeah.”

“No. Fuck that.”

“So when are you leaving?”

“She’s out of town on Wednesday. And I’m not leaving at all.”

“You’re not even going to your family’s home?”

“My family lives all over the fuckin’ place. Canada. Ohio. Connecticut. Fuck it.”

A barrista asks for their order–cappuccinos.

“What did she tell her parents?”

“That I had to work. Which isn’t a lie, really. I will be working.”

“Man.”

“Yeah. What about you? What are you doing for the holiday?”

“Proposing.”

Silence.

“Seriously? You are going to ask her to marry you?”

“Seriously. Yes. At her parent’s. On Thanksgiving. We’re leaving on Wednesday. Together.”

More silence.

They pay for their cappuccinos and leave, both men quiet and certain of their immediate destiny.

Happy Thanksgiving-travel days, everyone.

keep on.

jra

About J. R. Angelella

J.R. Angelella has an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars and his award-winning short fiction has appeared in various literary journals. He teaches writing at the University of Maryland, College Park and lives in Baltimore with his wife, the writer, Kate Angelella. For more information, visit his website at www.jrangelella.com or follow him on twitter: @jrangelella.
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