Can I Owe You?

Lucy hands me another pile of homework.

She seems miles away.

Everything OK? I ask.

She looks over one shoulder,

then the other,

bends down

to pet the dog.

Yeah, fine. Just busy, you know?

I watch while she counts out what she owes me

from the last set of work.

I have five fifty. Can I owe you the rest?

I’m good for it.

It’s OK. You gave me the phone.

What was that worth?

Oh yeah. The phone.

I guess we’re quits then.

You might even owe me.

She grins and pockets the money.

I planned on ordering pizza tonight

with loads of ham for Marla,

maybe Ben & Jerry’s for dessert.

Exactly, I say casually,

thinking of her white house,

en-suite bathroom,

the suppers.

Do you wanna take a cliff walk? I ask.

We keep meaning to do it,

joke a lot about jumping.

Not today.

Tomorrow maybe.

She nods to the pile of work.

You’re so clever.

Not cool or funny or anything.

But really clever.