I only known Rory for
half a year, but he's my favourite person. I love him more than I love finding
quarters in the fountain outside Terry Park, more than small things made of
glass, dog eating sherbet ice-cream, and sometimes even more than Grandfather
not waking up when I get home. Rory gives me things. He gives me things to eat
and hugs. I squish him and giggle when we hug, he's so small. He isn't from
here, but somewhere with lots of 'i's and 'k's, maybe. He said once they got
guns there. "Do you know how to shoot a gun?" I asked him when we
were walkin passed the shops. He was gonna buy me a bread sweet.
He never did anything bad, he said, he never hurt
anybody. I wish I could pack him in a box and bring him home with me, live him
in my room and take care of him. He buys me things. I want to hug him so tight
sometimes, break him I feel, I scared. I get real scared. I remind myself, I
gotta be gentle. I hold his wrinkled brown hands, like paper over books without
their covers, tiny.
Rory runs a shop, sells videos. I never seen a video, I
told him once. Never seen a video or a cinema film. I want to eat yellow pop, I
said, popcorn. Eat it with salt and melted butter, get that butter on my
fingers and lick my fingers clean. Rory laughed. I like it when Rory laughs,
makes me warm and I smile. "We go see movie," he told me, "we go
see movie together, okay?"
We were sitting down at the back of the theatre, my head
wasn't blocking anyone then. There were silly characters that made me laugh and
I understood the story, there was a girl and two boys, two of them made a kiss
near the end, the boy and the girl. I was crying and blowing my nose into my
sweater. The tears were good and when I licked my lips it was salty and butter.
Rory wanted to know why I was crying, so I turned and I pulled him in close, I
hugged him round the shoulders and I told him, I said, "I love you."
And Rory said "I love you also, I do." I only known Rory since it
rained and the flowers come out, but now the leaves are orange and he is my
friend.
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