The memories melted away and I slipped back into my kitchen.
The overhead light above the table threw a pale orange over the eatery and kitchen. The rains had dampened the air and a chill was starting to creep in, but I didn"t care. I savored the damp Irish air brought in by the rains.
I gazed at William, who sat listening with his pencil pressed to his lips. For now, he seemed content to be warmed by the whiskey.
“If it gets too damp for you, let me know and I"ll start the fire going,” I said.
“I"m good,” he answered.
We sat in silence listening to the rains bombard the earth. The ache to run out and dance with them was overwhelming. I found their rhythm and tapped my foot instead.
“At this time, I met Elena"s boyfriend, Piss-ant,” I said.
William looked up from his notes.
“Piss-a
