Thursday, March 27, 2003

He kept pace with her

He kept pace with her on the crowded sidewalk, twisting his shoulders to keep the vision of her loveliness in view as they walked.  She was looking forward, stepping briskly.  His eyes were smiling, but her smile went no further than her lips. 
- Are you up to anything this weekend?
- Um… well, not as far as I know.
- Oh, just some quiet time for yourself?
- Well actually, I have some friends I’m supposed to see.
- That sounds like fun.  Friends from work?
- No, from - from home.  You wouldn’t know them.
- What’ll you do together?
- Well.  Um, we go out for supper, maybe a drink or a movie.
- Hitting the town.
- It’s not like that.  They’re just good friends.  We don’t see each other too often.
- Must be nice when you can all get together.  Do they live around here?
- I don’t know - yes.  Some of them do.
- Sounds like quite a crew.
- Yes.  We stick together.  We’ve known each other forever. I mean, you know, it’s fun.
- I guess you guys’ll paint the town red.  I’ll probably stay home and catch up on some reading.
- That’s good, reading’s good.  Going out can be so tiring.
- It’s worth it.  Especially if you like the company you’re keeping.  But I don’t have any friends in town from home to hang out with.
- They don’t come out to visit?
- Didn’t have them to start with.
- Well, enjoy your book, I guess.
- Yeah.  Enjoy your friends.
- I will.