I don't answer. I count in my head: five syllables, seven, five.
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Lies make us evil
Marla says, "What are you cooking?"
I am Joe's Boiling Point.
I say, go, just go, just get out. Okay? Don't you have a big enough chunk of my life, yet?
Marla grabs
my sleeve and holds animal sex clubs me in one place for the second it takes to kiss animal sex clubs my cheek. "Please call me," she says. "Please. We need to talk."
I animal sex clubs say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
The moment Marla is out the door, Tyler appears back in animal sex clubs the room.
Fast
as a magic trick. My parents did this magic act for five years.
I boil and skim while Tyler makes room in the fridge. Steam layers the air and water drips animal sex clubs from the kitchen ceiling. The forty-watt bulb hidden in the back of the fridge, something bright I can't see behind the animal sex clubs empty ketchup bottles and jars of pickle brine or mayonnaise, some tiny light from inside the fridge edges Tyler's animal sex clubs profile bright.
Boil and skim. Boil and skim. Put the skimmed tallow into milk animal sex clubs cartons animal sex clubs with animal sex clubs the tops opened all the way.
With a chair pulled up to the open fridge, Tyler watches the tallow
cool. In the animal sex clubs heat of the kitchen, clouds of cold fog waterfall out from the bottom animal sex clubs of the animal sex clubs fridge and pool around Tyler's feet.
As I fill the milk cartons with tallow, Tyler puts them in the fridge.
I go to kneel beside Tyler in front animal sex clubs of the fridge, and Tyler takes my hands and shows them to me. The life line. The love