#nano2014

Let's talk about it being about a week later, in the warehouse. There's a game on. I'm cheering against Nya-- it's the principle of the matter-- but she has far more sports team pride than any of us could ever have guessed. Her normally diminuitive pantsuit is covered with an orange and black Tigers jersey, scarf, hat, sunglasses, and decorative foam finger. She has a cheap beer in her hand. Elaine is there. This is the only kind of time she will ever be allowed in the warehouse, Hebdomidaire has made this very clear. Hebdomidaire has also made it clear that watching college football is stupid, and Mona agrees with her. They're trying to set up a ping pong table in the middle of the room, and their curses are being drowned out by the roar of the commentary and the crowd. Sefa has made popcorn, and has brought more things than could possibly be put on popcorn to try out, because, in his words, there has to be something that will make the popcorn palatable to my insectoid jaws. There's paprika, bakers yeast, salt, butter, hot sauce, barbequeue sauce, peanut butter, toffee, chocolate, and pepper. He's sure we can find something good.

  Hebdomidaire comes over to grab something for Mona out of the cooler, and brushed by Elaine. Elaine reaches up with one hand and kisses her.

  Elaine kissed Weekly hard. Weekly kinda fell into it. I looked away anywhere else, both feeling utterly embarrassed at seeing my sister make out with someone and also like I was intruding on something important.

When it's over they both look flushed and embarrassed. Sefa flicks popcorn at them, "Get a room. Come on now." I catch Nya's eye, and she shrugs, "At least someone's doing it."

  Sefa flicks popcorn at me.

  Maybe it's going to be okay after all.

  (HW: Really? That’s what you’re going to close out on? A food fight? Nothing’s resolved, nothing is sure, and you talked about me and your sister making out which is super weird by the way.

EG: IT’s weird for me too, you know. And it’s a good ending. Makes the people happy. Nothing is resolved and nothing is okay, but maybe it can be. Maybe it can be for you, as well.

HW: We still don’t know who sent those notes or what that vision in the market was about.

EG: That doesn’t matter. That can happen later. For now, maybe it’s all going to be okay.)

  Maybe somewhere else I’m kissing Pat and Eddy and we get to have a storybook ending. But maybe right now it’s also okay to be with other people who may or may not be happy.