“You’re my man and it don’t matter that other people say. You’re my man and we’re wicked together. I knows you ain’t messing with nobody else. I knows you wouldn’t do that. They don’t know nothing.”
She rearranged her feet on the seat opposite and spat out her gum to take another swig of Coke. She shifted in her seat. She was a big girl. Not unlike a walrus. In leggings. For a moment she looked like she might sit up straight but it was just a feint. She was simply redistributing her weight. I doubt she was sixteen years old but she wore a scowl that already proclaimed a life lost.
“It ain’t none of their business what we does. It’s private, right. Private. Just between you and me” she bellowed across the carriage.
Those private conversation on public transport.
Posted by: the boy who likes to | Tuesday, 17 July 2007 at 03:13 PM