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Yes, in the fireplace. It’s one of the reasons
we got this house.
It’s wood burning and everything.
I had one of those
in my Muskegon house,
Ms. Viv says.
Do you remember, Lyric, baby?
You used to be mesmerized by it.
I do.
Lyric nods.
And then says to me:
Can I help?
Lyric is already rolling up her sleeves
and I can tell
by her body language
she’d feel more comfortable
with something to do.
It dawns on me that she’s nervous.
I reach over
and grab one of her hands
give it a squeeze.
She looks me in the eye
for the first time today
and I whisper:
I’m really glad you’re here.
The corners of her mouth
pull up into a shy smile.
OK, good. Me too.
Will y’all stop flirting
and get to that fire?
