Part 2236 – Hildreth Mayhew — Good Or Bad With Words??

Hildreth ran to the front passenger door. He didn’t even think about sitting in the back seat. It was not even worth considering. It was front seat or nothing. Nothing wasn’t really a viable option.

He opened the door and got inside. He buckled up and sat back. His Bossman 550 pressed against him in a very “Hey. Dummy. You forget something?” sort of way.

Hildreth unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, unbuckled his weapon’s holster, put the whole thing in the back seat, closed that door, returned to the front seat, sat down, and closed the door.

Elsie buckled up her seatbelt and closed the driver’s side door.

Hildreth marveled at her.

She is a vision in white. White and silver and crystals. Like a winter queen.

“Els. When I look at you, there’s just so much I wanna say and I never can get those words out right. If I were a poet, I’d recite poems at you. Passionate, flowery, purple prosed poems of the highest order. If I were a singer, I’d open my mouth and sing love songs at you. Songs that come from my own mind and heart. The lyrics would touch you and wring joyful tears out of you. If I were—”

She gently covered his mouth with her hand. “Hildreth. You don’t have to be any of that or do any of that. Just be you. Wonderful, stupid, crazy, demented, idiot you and that would be enough. Hildreth, you are enough.”

He closed his eyes and kissed her hand.

“Even if you trip and stumble over your words, you will always be enough for me, Hildreth Mayhew. Don’t you ever forget that.”

He opened his eyes.

“Never, ever forget that.” She lowered her hand and put the key into the ignition.

“I won’t.”

She started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

***

As Elsie drove down the road, she kept her eyes and focus forward. Yet, she could feel his nearness. His body heat drifted to her side of the front seat and sifted under her skin. The scent of his cologne intoxicated the air itself.

I want to reach over.

I want to touch him.

I need to touch him. I need to feel. Need to know that he is really here. Need to believe in this reality…that this isn’t just a strange and wonderful dream.

“So!” Hildreth said. “On a more…hahaha!…uplifting? note: How are we gonna get that dress off you?”

She sped through a red light.

“I don’t suppose it has a zipper in back.”

“It doesn’t. I tried to find one that did, but they were all ugly.”

He laughed in surprise.

“I wanted a wedding gown that was not only beautiful, but it was also very much me.”

“Well, you sure won in both departments with this dress.” He clicked his tongue. “I guess I’ll have to unbutton it.”

The next stop light was a steady green.

“One button at a luxuriant time.”

She sped through it.

“Mmm. At least you’re easy. All I have to do is unbutton your dress, figure out how the heck I’m supposed to remove your veil, and voila! You are done! Oh. Right. I’d have to remove all of your underthings.”

She sped through a STOP sign.

“Me on the other hand. tsk. tsk. tsk. So many things to remove. Bow tie. Shirt. Cummerbund. Slacks. Shoes. Socks. Hmmm. So many things.” He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “And don’t forget to remove my underthings too.”

I want to get home. I want to get home. I want to get us homeIwanttogetushomerightnow!

“Trust me, Hildreth. I won’t forget to remove that.”

Ohh. I want him. I want this raving idiot so much I could slap him across the face I want him so much!

“Well.” He kissed the side of her face. “That’s very good to know.”

Hmph! And he’s worried about not being able to say what he wants to say. If only he knew how much what he does say affects me.

She side-glanced at him and caught him grinning at her.

Ohhh, he knows. He definitely knows.

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